"Can you blame me?" Sylvain fires back, a coy wink chasing his words. Of course he wants Felix. Goddess above, he's wanted Felix for so long it's interrupted dozens of his dreams over the years.

He's close behind Felix as they enter the tent. The moment he can be, he's got his chin over Felix's shoulder, and an arm wrapping around his middle. His free hand finds Felix's, squeezing gently.

"You really can't tease me like that. Do you have any idea how long I've thought about doing this?"