[Everything, but Felix falls silent as he settles into this more comfortable position. Intimate as it is, he does not have the heart to put a stop to it, simply resting by Dimitri's shoulder as he splays his fingers across his muscled torso.
Dimitri is alive. Wonderfully so. This is the reality he wanted, yet it feels so wrong to indulge in this. Like stealing away into his father's storeroom of prized weaponry to marvel at the heirlooms he could only dream of wielding when he was young, this moment is painted with a childish effervescence streaked by shame, the fact drying upon his still tear-streaked face as he takes a while to calm his breathing.]
Why...
[Comes the start of a raw question, punctuated by a short hiccup that doesn't stop the rest of it coming:]
You could have extended it to someone else. Why insist on giving it to me?
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Dimitri is alive. Wonderfully so. This is the reality he wanted, yet it feels so wrong to indulge in this. Like stealing away into his father's storeroom of prized weaponry to marvel at the heirlooms he could only dream of wielding when he was young, this moment is painted with a childish effervescence streaked by shame, the fact drying upon his still tear-streaked face as he takes a while to calm his breathing.]
Why...
[Comes the start of a raw question, punctuated by a short hiccup that doesn't stop the rest of it coming:]
You could have extended it to someone else. Why insist on giving it to me?