[Dimitri tells him they don't have to talk about it after saying all that, yet, how can he not, when the image of a certain grave is forefront in his mind?
Regret stabs him like a poisoned knife, spreading through his system and leaving him numb as he continues to stare far away. Everything this Dimitri says... it's everything he wished for his Dimitri to have realized, to have said before they parted ways.
But Felix didn't even get the chance to say sorry. To make up for all the times he was caustic, disagreeable in his fear and disgust of what Dimitri had become. Having Dimitri indirectly forgive him like this...
...It has something prickling at the corner of his eye once more, his chest growing heavy. He balls his fists as he shakes slightly where he stands, pursing his lips in an attempt to stopper these unwanted feelings. No, he's not going to cry like a baby again in front of Dimitri...]
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Regret stabs him like a poisoned knife, spreading through his system and leaving him numb as he continues to stare far away. Everything this Dimitri says... it's everything he wished for his Dimitri to have realized, to have said before they parted ways.
But Felix didn't even get the chance to say sorry. To make up for all the times he was caustic, disagreeable in his fear and disgust of what Dimitri had become. Having Dimitri indirectly forgive him like this...
...It has something prickling at the corner of his eye once more, his chest growing heavy. He balls his fists as he shakes slightly where he stands, pursing his lips in an attempt to stopper these unwanted feelings. No, he's not going to cry like a baby again in front of Dimitri...]