[Fight for him. It makes his heart twist in the slightest. If only Felix knew what that could imply, what Sylvain's fight might mean. The twist sharpens, like a knife, the tip of a sword. Of course he knows that feeling all too well.
His grip on Felix tightens, and he attempts to move to hide his face again.]
Felix, I -- [It almost comes bubbling out there, but he's saved by Felix's own statement. It's distracting enough that he perks back up, smile faint but at least genuine.]
That's good, isn't it? He was always so scared about touching people. [His heart lurches again. Of course he would learn this when it felt like Dimitri's hugs, those gentle touches, were further away than ever.]
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[Fight for him. It makes his heart twist in the slightest. If only Felix knew what that could imply, what Sylvain's fight might mean. The twist sharpens, like a knife, the tip of a sword. Of course he knows that feeling all too well.
His grip on Felix tightens, and he attempts to move to hide his face again.]
Felix, I -- [It almost comes bubbling out there, but he's saved by Felix's own statement. It's distracting enough that he perks back up, smile faint but at least genuine.]
That's good, isn't it? He was always so scared about touching people. [His heart lurches again. Of course he would learn this when it felt like Dimitri's hugs, those gentle touches, were further away than ever.]