[Felix didn't consciously come back to the inn specifically for this--for Sylvain to hold him in his arms--but once the offer is there it feels like a relief. He flops onto the bed and crawls over to curl up close to Sylvain, looking vaguely out the window. At the snow. He doesn't say anything at first, just letting himself be there in this embrace, and involuntarily thinking about when they were children and Felix would run to Sylvain in tears when he argued with the prince...ugh.]
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