[Felix cries, and Dimitri just wraps his arms around him, pulling the blankets in as he does so to form a little cocoon. It's easy to fall back on old habits, stroking his hair and gently rubbing between his shoulder blades. He even starts to murmur nonsense about his day, a tactic that usually served as a good distraction to get Felix's mind off whatever nightmare haunted him. Dimitri speaks in a soft voice about his homework, about a cat he saw stealing from the dining hall, the suspiciously crunchy sweets Flayn baked for him.]
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