[Felix doesn't know what to think about this idea, if it's really true--and Sylvain said he'd never lie to him, so it must be. He feels like he's teetering on the edge of feeling anything at all, as though the gentlest breeze could push him one way or another. He tries not to think about the way Dimitri looked at him, that day in the snow.]
That's why you wanted to tell Dimitri. But...he could just as easily not feel the same way. Or worse, only feel that way about one of us.
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[Felix doesn't know what to think about this idea, if it's really true--and Sylvain said he'd never lie to him, so it must be. He feels like he's teetering on the edge of feeling anything at all, as though the gentlest breeze could push him one way or another. He tries not to think about the way Dimitri looked at him, that day in the snow.]
That's why you wanted to tell Dimitri. But...he could just as easily not feel the same way. Or worse, only feel that way about one of us.