[What happened? What hurt him like this, or who? He longs to just be able to tell him it's all right, but he doesn't even know what's wrong — will asking push him away? Sylvain doesn't know, so he just stays quiet until the flow of tears slows, tenderly wiping the trails they left on Felix's cheeks away. He'll grab the unused napkin he brought with lunch to dab away any excess moisture, taking a shaky breath.]
...I'm here if you need me.
[Damn, his voice sounds rough. It's hard to not want to cry when Felix is!]
Really, I don't need to go to class. I can just read Ingrid's notes.
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...I'm here if you need me.
[Damn, his voice sounds rough. It's hard to not want to cry when Felix is!]
Really, I don't need to go to class. I can just read Ingrid's notes.