[There's a flicker of confusion in Dimitri's eyes as he meets Felix's. The right to do what, hold him like he's eight years old again? Felix seems to need it right now, and after the events of yesterday driving home how utterly helpless he is here, Dimitri wasn't going to mock him for needing the comfort.

Damn if Felix doesn't make it difficult to be kind to him...]

Why plaster yourself to my side if you are so troubled about it in the morning? I will not continue to indulge you if you keep snapping at me about it.