[In hindsight, he should have predicted this. But the happy little hums he heard out of Felix before puberty are a far cry from this. Dimitri inhales sharply, but he doesn't stop, just letting that air out in a nervous laugh.]
I get tight there, too. I'm... glad to be able to help.
[Dimitri picks up on it, but that's not all he does. He reacts to it, and that further confirmation of being able to affect Dimitri in such a manner has Felix mirroring that intake of breath. Has... Dimitri always been this way, and Felix just failed to notice? Or is this yet another change brought about the ripples cast by Felix...?
It's a useless thought, but it consumes him anyway--a feverish mixture of guilt and undue excitement that uncomfortably warms his stomach.
Not trusting his voice, Felix simply hums in response, tilting his head slightly to allow Dimitri better access when he urges him to bend slightly so he could work on his neck better.]
[Eventually, Dimitri gets that knot to loosen up as much as it's going to. Not wanting to make him sore on top of everything else, he stops there, pulling Felix's hair back over his shoulders and running his hands through it a few times to make it lay properly.]
Are you tired? [he asks in a breathy voice, far too throaty for his tastes. Getting worked up while Felix is injured so badly that he can't even take down his own hair is despicable, but here he is all the same, struggling against the warmth that coalesces in his core upon being given license to touch Felix.]
[Trying not to think of it as Dimitri performing the actual massage calms Felix's nerves a bit, especially when he concentrates on how relieving the procedure is. But Dimitri speaking up draws attention to his state, reminding Felix that it isn't only him that has some untoward reactions regarding this supposedly innocent interaction.]
A little, [Felix says under his breath, still not trusting himself to speak at a regular volume.] I might... need your help getting myself to lie down.
[Damn, this is humiliating. But if he's to make certain of a proper recovery, it's a necessary evil.]
[Dimitri looks to the pillow pile Felix is propped against, then at the way the bandages are wound around his torso. He isn't supposed to put his back muscles to work, is he? How can he get him situated? Seconds tick by as he thinks it over, ultimately deciding to scoot in close, facing Felix.]
Just lean on me. I'll move the extra pillows away and turn you over.
[It's just leaning on Dimitri for support, yet Felix's cheeks warm anew at the contact as he leans over and rests his cheek against Dimitri's bared shoulder. How inconvenient of him to forget that Dimitri has decided to do away with his shirt for the occasion, but here he is, reaping the consequences of his actions and firing up like he's trapped in a Bolganone-powered furnace.
Except there's nothing painful about it, considering how his skin tingles pleasantly against Dimitri's. Completely wrong in this context, yet here he is, shamefully indulging as he settles for closing his eyes, not at all trusting them to keep Felix's feelings to himself should Dimitri seem them.]
[Dimitri indulges as well, allowing himself to briefly place his hands on Felix's shoulders and squeeze in a sort of embrace. He longs to hold him properly, but he knows that doing so might exacerbate his injuries. So he reaches behind him after a few seconds, moving the pillows away as promised, leaving only one behind to help Felix keep his neck at a more comfortable angle. He takes hold of Felix again then, helping him turn over without disturbing his wounds. Once he has him settled on his stomach, he takes the discarded pillows and uses them to prop up Felix's feet like Manuela did before.]
[Felix opens his eyes once Dimitri has him settled on his stomach, sighing as he watches his bent arm before him, moving his fingers in a tentative motion.]
Thanks.
[For helping and not calling him out on his unseemly reactions.]
[How can he possibly not smile when Felix is openly thanking him? Dimitri grins as he drapes the covers over Felix, careful to tuck them around his feet to keep cold air from getting in. He climbs on the bed again after that, curled on his side so that he's face to face with him.]
[Bricks? Well, those certainly would be welcome, but yesterday, there was one notable spot absent of them, warmed instead by hands now larger than his as of this time.]
Just do it like you did before.
[Is what Felix settles for, hiding a portion of his face in his pillow in an attempt to cover up his blush. So much for resisting the urge to indulge. If Dimitri picks up on what he really wants, he wouldn't deny that'd be nice, but otherwise, so be it.]
[If not for Felix blushing and hiding half his face, Dimitri wouldn't have quite gotten what he's asking for. As it stands, though, it's incredibly obvious. His smile widens as he reaches out, arranging Felix's hair to sit nicely on his back. He doesn't say anything as he rises to retrieve and place the bricks, quick to settle beside Felix again once he's finished. Dimitri pulls only a light sheet up over his own body, leaving his legs and feet sticking out. Clasping Felix's hand shyly, he hides half of his face against his pillow as well.]
It always was easier to sleep like this.
[Felix may have been the one to ask for it back then, but Dimitri always liked it, too.]
[While successful in suppressing the shiver that comes when Dimitri fixes his hair, same cannot be said for the way his heart flops nervously when Dimitri grasps his hand. Even if he asked for this, wanted it even, a part of him is still nervous about this closeness he's allowing.]
Yes, [Felix says, giving Dimitri's hand a light squeeze. By all means, it's not something he should be fooling around with, yet when it hovers so tantalizingly in front of him with Dimitri so willing to indulge, it's hard not to seize the opportunity as the weak-willed being that he is.
He purses his lips, shuddering slightly as he swallows back the heaviness in his throat. How is he supposed to protect Dimitri if this is all his willpower amounts to...?]
[Dimitri's admission is soft and sincere. A part of him worries that it's too much too fast, but since he means that he missed their friendship, he lets himself say it. After all, it's not as if they were something more before, silly childhood promises of marriage aside. Wanting a permanent sleepover isn't the same thing as a true marriage.
He squeezes his eyes shut, not wanting Felix to pick up too much in his expression.]
[Thankfully, Dimitri does not seem to pick up on his sorrow, but the relief that comes with it practically evaporates at that earnest admission. Especially with the longing that comes with the mention of his name, different from the time he said something similar back when Felix slept over in his room.
Instead of warming his heart, it feels like a stab in the gut, painfully hot as the wound he had received across his back. A reminder of what he had vehemently pushed away in favor of senseless pride and fear, of what he lost and now just found.]
I... missed you too.
[Damn. Why does his voice sound like it's cracking, and what's that wetness trickling down the side of his face and past the bridge of his nose? Felix blinks and finds his answer, hating himself a little more as it flows incessantly, himself unable to take care of it.]
[Dimitri may not know why that made Felix start to cry, but he certainly hears it in his voice. He'd like to let Felix keep a little dignity this time and pretend to not notice, but he knows that Felix shouldn't be lifting his hands. So he lets go of Felix's hand in favor of cupping his cheek, wiping the tears away with his thumb. Once again, he's left wondering just what goes on in the Black Eagle classroom to change Felix so much.]
[As much as Felix does not wish to be noticed, there really is no helping it with the way he knows he shouldn't be lifting his hands. So Dimitri, as he has been doing since, takes care of it, gentle as he wipes away those tears for him. But even with that comfort, they come back like it doesn't matter at all, flowing as they will despite Felix's attempts to stop them.
An apology is at the tip of his tongue, but Felix swallows it back, cursing himself as a sob wracks his body at the memory of everything it took for him to realize the importance of the person before him.]
[Unable to properly embrace him, Dimitri is forced to settle for scooting in a little closer and shifting upward slightly, cradling Felix's head near his bared chest. At the very least, Felix can hide his face this way. It feels inadequate, but what else can he do? He can't just scoop him into a hug, he might rip that wound back open or damage his healing muscles. Leaving Felix unable to fight would be devastating.
Really, though, he has to wonder if this is even comforting. It seems like getting too close only brings Felix to tears. Hopefully, they're cathartic...]
[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.]
[Felix's hand against his bare skin makes his heart skip a beat, even just brushing against it like that. Honestly, he needs to get this under control...! He's tempted to ask Sylvain how to keep himself calm, but it seems like Sylvain doesn't bother with doing that himself.]
You have not done anything you need to apologize for.
[Slightly pink, he starts to card his fingers through Felix's hair, an attempt at reassurance.]
[Felix shakes his head in disagreement. But he has. So many things, the worst of them being loving Dimitri when he has no right to do so, especially for the sin of abandoning him, and realizing so when it's too late...
Or is it? Felix isn't sure if he wants to dare to hope otherwise, but all the same, the reality is that he had abandoned Dimitri, hadn't tried hard enough to stop him or listen to him during the time he needed someone the most. If Felix just reached out as early as now back then and never left, would Dimitri have turned out the way he did...? It's a little hard to say, though the guilt eating at his heart seems to say things would have been different if so.]
...whatever it is you feel you need to apologize to me for, I promise I would not want you to torture yourself so about it. I do hope that you can trust me enough to tell me someday, but even if you do not, I am just happy to have you here now.
[More than he can say, in ways he shouldn't be. He's thankful that Felix's face is hidden from sight. Dimitri continues to gently stroke Felix's hair, praying he can't feel the beating of his heart.]
[Would he? Even after he gives in to everything his ghosts ask for? A part of Felix wants to ask, but it's also the same part of him too afraid to know the answer, especially given what he's seen of Dimitri back in Myrddin.
Would his answer be the same? Would it change? Both are terrifying prospects to behold, not that his crying fit allows him to say or ask them anyway. Still, with Dimitri's comforting touch and presence, his sobs eventually slow to hiccups, and his tears dry for the most part as they usually do when he lets Dimitri's steady heartbeat be his guide.
...Except it really isn't steady at this point, an observation that causes Felix's heavy heart to skip a beat. The blasted thing. There really isn't any other way to interpret how Dimitri is taking to their proximity, is there?]
I... don't deserve this...
[Is all Felix manages listlessly, still curling against Dimitri despite the wrongness of it all, regret still heavy in his chest.]
[Dimitri can tell that Felix is trying to curl up against him, but it doesn't work that well with him on his stomach. He shifts to lie down on his back, wiggling his arm under Felix's pillow with Felix nestled up at his side. It's definitely a position that feels like something a couple would do...]
What is it you do not deserve, exactly? My friendship? That is not a matter of "deserving". Whether you want it or not, it is yours.
[But ah, that sure is a feeling Dimitri intimately understands. How strange, for Felix to voice a thought like that.]
[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?
[Felix's hand is practically right over his heart, and he knows that he'll be able to feel the way it rapidly flutters in his chest. Dimitri swallows hard, placing his free hand atop Felix's like that will somehow distract him from it.]
...I tried to not care, you know. It seemed like it would be so much easier, like you would be happier if you changed classes and we never had to speak outside of matters related to the kingdom again. But I couldn't do it. It was... the same for you, was it not? You saw what I have become, so you tried to not care.
[But he does anyway. They both do, whether they like it or not.]
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I get tight there, too. I'm... glad to be able to help.
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It's a useless thought, but it consumes him anyway--a feverish mixture of guilt and undue excitement that uncomfortably warms his stomach.
Not trusting his voice, Felix simply hums in response, tilting his head slightly to allow Dimitri better access when he urges him to bend slightly so he could work on his neck better.]
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Are you tired? [he asks in a breathy voice, far too throaty for his tastes. Getting worked up while Felix is injured so badly that he can't even take down his own hair is despicable, but here he is all the same, struggling against the warmth that coalesces in his core upon being given license to touch Felix.]
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A little, [Felix says under his breath, still not trusting himself to speak at a regular volume.] I might... need your help getting myself to lie down.
[Damn, this is humiliating. But if he's to make certain of a proper recovery, it's a necessary evil.]
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[Dimitri looks to the pillow pile Felix is propped against, then at the way the bandages are wound around his torso. He isn't supposed to put his back muscles to work, is he? How can he get him situated? Seconds tick by as he thinks it over, ultimately deciding to scoot in close, facing Felix.]
Just lean on me. I'll move the extra pillows away and turn you over.
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[It's just leaning on Dimitri for support, yet Felix's cheeks warm anew at the contact as he leans over and rests his cheek against Dimitri's bared shoulder. How inconvenient of him to forget that Dimitri has decided to do away with his shirt for the occasion, but here he is, reaping the consequences of his actions and firing up like he's trapped in a Bolganone-powered furnace.
Except there's nothing painful about it, considering how his skin tingles pleasantly against Dimitri's. Completely wrong in this context, yet here he is, shamefully indulging as he settles for closing his eyes, not at all trusting them to keep Felix's feelings to himself should Dimitri seem them.]
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Does that feel all right?
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[Felix opens his eyes once Dimitri has him settled on his stomach, sighing as he watches his bent arm before him, moving his fingers in a tentative motion.]
Thanks.
[For helping and not calling him out on his unseemly reactions.]
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Would you like wrapped bricks anywhere?
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Just do it like you did before.
[Is what Felix settles for, hiding a portion of his face in his pillow in an attempt to cover up his blush. So much for resisting the urge to indulge. If Dimitri picks up on what he really wants, he wouldn't deny that'd be nice, but otherwise, so be it.]
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It always was easier to sleep like this.
[Felix may have been the one to ask for it back then, but Dimitri always liked it, too.]
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Yes, [Felix says, giving Dimitri's hand a light squeeze. By all means, it's not something he should be fooling around with, yet when it hovers so tantalizingly in front of him with Dimitri so willing to indulge, it's hard not to seize the opportunity as the weak-willed being that he is.
He purses his lips, shuddering slightly as he swallows back the heaviness in his throat. How is he supposed to protect Dimitri if this is all his willpower amounts to...?]
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[Dimitri's admission is soft and sincere. A part of him worries that it's too much too fast, but since he means that he missed their friendship, he lets himself say it. After all, it's not as if they were something more before, silly childhood promises of marriage aside. Wanting a permanent sleepover isn't the same thing as a true marriage.
He squeezes his eyes shut, not wanting Felix to pick up too much in his expression.]
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Instead of warming his heart, it feels like a stab in the gut, painfully hot as the wound he had received across his back. A reminder of what he had vehemently pushed away in favor of senseless pride and fear, of what he lost and now just found.]
I... missed you too.
[Damn. Why does his voice sound like it's cracking, and what's that wetness trickling down the side of his face and past the bridge of his nose? Felix blinks and finds his answer, hating himself a little more as it flows incessantly, himself unable to take care of it.]
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An apology is at the tip of his tongue, but Felix swallows it back, cursing himself as a sob wracks his body at the memory of everything it took for him to realize the importance of the person before him.]
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Really, though, he has to wonder if this is even comforting. It seems like getting too close only brings Felix to tears. Hopefully, they're cathartic...]
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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.]
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You have not done anything you need to apologize for.
[Slightly pink, he starts to card his fingers through Felix's hair, an attempt at reassurance.]
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Or is it? Felix isn't sure if he wants to dare to hope otherwise, but all the same, the reality is that he had abandoned Dimitri, hadn't tried hard enough to stop him or listen to him during the time he needed someone the most. If Felix just reached out as early as now back then and never left, would Dimitri have turned out the way he did...? It's a little hard to say, though the guilt eating at his heart seems to say things would have been different if so.]
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[More than he can say, in ways he shouldn't be. He's thankful that Felix's face is hidden from sight. Dimitri continues to gently stroke Felix's hair, praying he can't feel the beating of his heart.]
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Would his answer be the same? Would it change? Both are terrifying prospects to behold, not that his crying fit allows him to say or ask them anyway. Still, with Dimitri's comforting touch and presence, his sobs eventually slow to hiccups, and his tears dry for the most part as they usually do when he lets Dimitri's steady heartbeat be his guide.
...Except it really isn't steady at this point, an observation that causes Felix's heavy heart to skip a beat. The blasted thing. There really isn't any other way to interpret how Dimitri is taking to their proximity, is there?]
I... don't deserve this...
[Is all Felix manages listlessly, still curling against Dimitri despite the wrongness of it all, regret still heavy in his chest.]
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What is it you do not deserve, exactly? My friendship? That is not a matter of "deserving". Whether you want it or not, it is yours.
[But ah, that sure is a feeling Dimitri intimately understands. How strange, for Felix to voice a thought like that.]
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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?
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...I tried to not care, you know. It seemed like it would be so much easier, like you would be happier if you changed classes and we never had to speak outside of matters related to the kingdom again. But I couldn't do it. It was... the same for you, was it not? You saw what I have become, so you tried to not care.
[But he does anyway. They both do, whether they like it or not.]
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