[Flames, if Sylvain gets any softer, Felix thinks he might just die. He's so used to bottling up his emotions and shoving them back behind walls that having Sylvain smash those walls down like this is overwhelming. He's got to pull it together.
It gets easier once Sylvain asks his question. Felix did promise not to laugh, but he didn't promise not to smile in relieved amusement.]
Yes, Sylvain. We're...official. And you are my fool, but obviously I'm yours as well.
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It gets easier once Sylvain asks his question. Felix did promise not to laugh, but he didn't promise not to smile in relieved amusement.]
Yes, Sylvain. We're...official. And you are my fool, but obviously I'm yours as well.