["It is far easier to let your body do the talking", he'd said to Hilda, and though he didn't have this particular sort of dialogue in mind when he said that, it certainly rings true right now all the same. The urgency brought on by the bittersweet evanescence of this moment temporarily takes him over, and he finds himself returning that kiss just as fiercely without a single thought about their location or the propriety of it. Only his inexperience causing him to forget to breathe brings him back to reality somewhat, gasping as he lifts his head again. Dimitri brushes the back of his knuckles over Felix's cheek, peering down at him as if he's an impossibility.
no subject
But then he smiles.]
...let's head inside.