Sylvain makes a low whine in the back of his throat when Felix pulls back. His breathing comes quicker, and his hands paw at Felix's sides in question. Why stop- Oh.

Laying his head against Felix's shoulder, Sylvain has to mull it over. There's an uncomfortable option here in the fact he doesn't really want to know. At all. But those memories will always be with Felix. And they probably meant the world to him; still do. It's hard to consider anything else, and eventually he decides it's probably better not to keep torturing Felix over his silence.

"Maybe," he offers unhelpfully at first. "Just later." When he doesn't feel like an imposter that has crawled into someone's life, masquerading as their loved one.