[Being this close to Dimitri is equal parts cathartic as it is distressing, an ever permanent reminder of everything Felix had turned away and left behind in his misguided quest for strength. The irony of being comforted by the cause of this anguish isn't lost on him, yet he can't be bothered to push away the aforementioned, ever so weak despite the so-called "strength" he had acquired from battles past.]
I'm... sorry, [Felix manages between sniffles, curling slightly into Dimitri's chest as he fists his hands into the sheets, his knuckles brushing past Dimitri's skin when he does so.]
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I'm... sorry, [Felix manages between sniffles, curling slightly into Dimitri's chest as he fists his hands into the sheets, his knuckles brushing past Dimitri's skin when he does so.]