[There's a slight hitch in his breath at the words, said in such a dull, resigned voice. What is he saying? That he regrets trying to pretend otherwise? That he can't pretend, so he would rather be left alone? It feels like a rejection of sorts, one that leaves him feeling like the air's been choked out of his lungs. But he did prompt Felix to tell him in the first place, so Dimitri only nods, afraid of what might come next but even more afraid of the damage it would do to ask Felix to keep it to himself.]
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