[An awkward chuckle--closer to a snort-- escapes Felix as Dimitri returns his sentiments. It's so surreal, yet this is as real as the way Dimitri continues to hold him close, watching him like he's the only one that matters in this world. Like this, it's easy to forget that Dimitri has his own ghosts to fight for, has shadows and turmoils that Felix isn't supposed to know about.
But perhaps, this time around, Felix could make Dimitri choose him over them. Proud as the thought is, it's a hope he clings to just as much as he does to Dimitri's shirt at that moment.]
Whatever happens... I'll always...
[...always love you, but Felix's chest constricts at those words as he nibbles at his lower lip anxiously, wondering if he should--or even has the right--to say such things out loud.]
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But perhaps, this time around, Felix could make Dimitri choose him over them. Proud as the thought is, it's a hope he clings to just as much as he does to Dimitri's shirt at that moment.]
Whatever happens... I'll always...
[...always love you, but Felix's chest constricts at those words as he nibbles at his lower lip anxiously, wondering if he should--or even has the right--to say such things out loud.]