[He understands the meaning behind that head shake, that Felix is trying to say he doesn't hurt him. But he so clearly does. He hears Manuela moving, hears the sound of her footsteps and the gentle click of the door closing, but he can't bring himself to tear his gaze away from Felix. How is it that those tears can utterly crush his heart and be nostalgic at the same time? Dimitri turns his hand so that his palm rests against Felix's face, stretching his arm out to cup his cheek properly. The wetness of his tears briefly sparks his rage, has him wondering who hurt Felix like this — but the combined factors of blood loss and exhaustion allow him to quell it quickly, and the touch of his thumb is gentle as he wipes at the trails his tears leave behind.]
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