[Felix knows it's Sylvain before his eyes are even open, his presence so constantly familiar to him. But the press of lips is nothing familiar. It takes a few seconds of waking for him to recognize it, but his body won't understand. His heart is beating too hard, the kind of adrenaline jolt he only gets when he's in a deadly fight.]
Syl--
[His eyes are open and he gasps sharp against his lips, and he reaches a hand out to seize Sylvain's wrist. But he holds him still, caught in confused indecision between pushing and pulling, instead squeezing his wrist tight like a vice.]
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Syl--
[His eyes are open and he gasps sharp against his lips, and he reaches a hand out to seize Sylvain's wrist. But he holds him still, caught in confused indecision between pushing and pulling, instead squeezing his wrist tight like a vice.]