[Aftershocks are still rolling through Dimitri as he climbs onto the bed to lie down properly. It results in him jerking around a bit before he settles, drawing the blankets up and wrapping Felix in his arms again. He knows, of course — the words Felix wants to say, the words Dimitri wishes he could say himself and mean the way that he used to. But he's just so worn down right now, broken into hundreds of pieces that seem impossible to put back together.
There is one thing he knows for certain regardless: whatever's left of the man he was loves Felix still.
Dimitri curls over, resting his forehead against Felix's, just quietly taking him in. Though he doesn't seem entirely at peace, Dimitri is both calm and present, a vast improvement from his depressive episodes interspersed with brief violent fits.]
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There is one thing he knows for certain regardless: whatever's left of the man he was loves Felix still.
Dimitri curls over, resting his forehead against Felix's, just quietly taking him in. Though he doesn't seem entirely at peace, Dimitri is both calm and present, a vast improvement from his depressive episodes interspersed with brief violent fits.]