[Cut his hair off? Not that Felix can't see himself doing that, but considering his reasons for keeping his hair the way it is... that's a thing he can only see himself in doing in a more extreme circumstance.
But when Bernadetta reaches for his head like that, Felix finds his thoughts snapping back to the present. He, of course, hears what Bernadetta has been saying this whole time, but the impact of them only seems to sink in then.
...Friends, huh. Of course they are. Even if this isn't his Bernadetta... she hasn't given him any reason to think of her as an enemy, and back in his world, he supposes their relationship could be considered as such. It's not quite the same as what he shares with Sylvain, Ingrid, or Dimitri, but there's something comfortable about Bernadetta's presence that makes him allow her in, flailing and all. And he knows that he'd be devastated should he lose her one way or another.
This, perhaps, is the first time he's glad they never went to Gronder--if such a fate is what awaited Bernadetta in that place.]
...You don't have to ask, [Felix mutters, coloring slightly at the childishness of the act. They already are friends, but it just feels strange to admit such a mushy thing like that, so he settles for averting his gaze and covering half of his face with his hand lightly balled into a fist.]
Though I clearly remember saying I'd be the one to do this, next time.
[Still, he doesn't budge from his spot, oddly welcoming the contact.]
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But when Bernadetta reaches for his head like that, Felix finds his thoughts snapping back to the present. He, of course, hears what Bernadetta has been saying this whole time, but the impact of them only seems to sink in then.
...Friends, huh. Of course they are. Even if this isn't his Bernadetta... she hasn't given him any reason to think of her as an enemy, and back in his world, he supposes their relationship could be considered as such. It's not quite the same as what he shares with Sylvain, Ingrid, or Dimitri, but there's something comfortable about Bernadetta's presence that makes him allow her in, flailing and all. And he knows that he'd be devastated should he lose her one way or another.
This, perhaps, is the first time he's glad they never went to Gronder--if such a fate is what awaited Bernadetta in that place.]
...You don't have to ask, [Felix mutters, coloring slightly at the childishness of the act. They already are friends, but it just feels strange to admit such a mushy thing like that, so he settles for averting his gaze and covering half of his face with his hand lightly balled into a fist.]
Though I clearly remember saying I'd be the one to do this, next time.
[Still, he doesn't budge from his spot, oddly welcoming the contact.]