[There's a war going on inside Felix's head. His kneejerk instinct is to tell Claude to go away and leave them alone. ...leave him alone. To push Claude and everyone else away, so he doesn't have to listen to their so-called comforting words and see the fear and pity in everyone's eyes, so he doesn't have to watch Dimitri lose his shit yet again. So he can feel like he's putting the world on hold and he's not expected to figure out things he's supposed to say or not say while his heart is busy wearing this familiar groove of panic and loss and uncertainty into the floor.
But that isn't fair to any of them, and if Sylvain were here awake he would say 'Come on, Fe, Claude's just trying to help. He cares about both of us, and we care about him, right? Talk to him.'
So he does, although he stays where he is, lying down and curled up close to Sylvain, having draped one of the other man's arms around himself as though he could convince himself this is normal.]
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But that isn't fair to any of them, and if Sylvain were
hereawake he would say 'Come on, Fe, Claude's just trying to help. He cares about both of us, and we care about him, right? Talk to him.'So he does, although he stays where he is, lying down and curled up close to Sylvain, having draped one of the other man's arms around himself as though he could convince himself this is normal.]
Sylvain won't wake up.