[His anger is stifled by Sylvain's drop in mood and the gripping hold. Sylvain's holds always did bring comfort in their youth. Felix doesn't run to him anymore, but the aftermath of terrible battles sometimes makes him open to touch. It's almost like that now... Sylvain acting like he almost lost him. Felix is still for a moment, then he slowly brings a hand around Sylvain's back, and twists up some of his shirt into his hand to hold onto him in return. His temple bumps the side of Sylvain's head.]
...Obviously I'm okay. Was I knocked out? Why are you acting like a fool? What are you even doing here?
[All he can really see is a mass of soft red hair by his face. ...Huh, is his hair a little longer?]
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...Obviously I'm okay. Was I knocked out? Why are you acting like a fool? What are you even doing here?
[All he can really see is a mass of soft red hair by his face. ...Huh, is his hair a little longer?]