[Dimitri doesn't know, of course. The list of alterations that those bastards made to Felix was incomprehensible to him, the best he could do was to demand that they take care of any medical issues that might arise. Eager to appease a man whose file not only said that he was a king but that he has super strength and a history of violence, they quickly agreed. Other than being out of shape and that one instance of dizziness, Felix has seemed fine, so Dimitri has done his best to not think about it.
But he's been worried. He might be doing his damndest to push everyone he cares about away, but he doesn't do it because he doesn't care — it's because he does care, to a painful extent. The thought of the ghosts of his friends haunting him along with the ghosts of his family makes him sick. Pushing them all away is the best method he can think of to prevent them from trying to protect him. Perhaps if he'd properly shown how much he still cares, Felix would know better than to not answer him when that note of urgency creeps into his tone.]
I'm coming in, [he says firmly. Felix says something, sounding like he can barely breathe — it only makes Dimitri open that door faster.
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But he's been worried. He might be doing his damndest to push everyone he cares about away, but he doesn't do it because he doesn't care — it's because he does care, to a painful extent. The thought of the ghosts of his friends haunting him along with the ghosts of his family makes him sick. Pushing them all away is the best method he can think of to prevent them from trying to protect him. Perhaps if he'd properly shown how much he still cares, Felix would know better than to not answer him when that note of urgency creeps into his tone.]
I'm coming in, [he says firmly. Felix says something, sounding like he can barely breathe — it only makes Dimitri open that door faster.
And then he just stares.]