[Nice try, his foot is in the door now. He does allow Felix to take the plate, at least. Sylvain glances down the hall, seeing the way Dimitri's door is still cracked open. Really, he gets it — seeing Felix like this makes him want to scoop him up like he's five and hug him until he falls asleep. But they're all almost adults now, and Felix clearly doesn't want it.

Either that, or he feels like he can't accept it. Sylvain definitely gets that.]

Listen, Felix, [he murmurs, too soft for Dimitri to be able to hear.]

I won't make you talk about anything. I promise.

[He sticks his hand in, one pinky extended.]

Just let me in for a little while, okay? He's going to worry himself to death at this rate.