[Felix goes by instinct and holes himself up in his room, feeling every bit that lost child he was when no one he trusts is nearby for comfort. Not at all prepared to face anyone, he had already taken his hair out of its usual bun and donned his nightclothes as he prepares to sleep his sorrow off, early as the hour is. But one thing he has not sufficiently accounted for is his own hunger, a brutal pang that keeps him awake as he debates on whether or not it's worth it to come out of his room with an obviously tear-streaked face.
Still, the inevitable comes, and Sylvain is looking after him, no doubt at Dimitri's behest. Tempting as it is to take Sylvain up on that offer, Felix remains still in his bed, not bothering to answer the door as he prays for Sylvain to go away.]
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Still, the inevitable comes, and Sylvain is looking after him, no doubt at Dimitri's behest. Tempting as it is to take Sylvain up on that offer, Felix remains still in his bed, not bothering to answer the door as he prays for Sylvain to go away.]