Felix doesn't even get five steps before those familiar arms are closing around him, and for once he has zero qualms about it - he returns the embrace eagerly, even hops up a little so he can wrap his legs around Sylvain's waist, too. He's warm and solid and real, and Felix clutches him close.

"Sylvain." It's more sigh than word, really, and it feels like months' worth of tension leaves his body all at once. He knew that he's always felt safest with Sylvain, but it's never been driven so viscerally home for him before just how strong that feeling is.

Forgetting for a moment that Sylvain doesn't remember any of their previous intimacy, Felix turns his head to bury his face in that gorgeous red hair and inhale deeply. "...hi."