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[vrdantwind]

"Hey, this is Claude! Pretty sure I'm doing this correctly. You can leave me a message here, and I'll get to it as soon as I can. Talk to you soon~."

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[bestswordmaster]

When a few seconds pass with no response, Felix glances back at the Gear only to see the call ended. But he only has a few more seconds to blink at it before the door's opening. He looks up, and in person it's even easier to see how tired Felix is, but he looks relieved to see Claude, too. He's barely conscious of the way he leans into that hand.

You've changed here, haven't you? Felix supposes that letting his guard down could constitute change. Certainly, something has to have changed to allow him to accept Dimitri as he is without feeling like he's going to boil over with conflicting feelings. Or to let Claude as close as he did so quickly. Or...to propose marriage to Sylvain at all.

And Claude is right--Sylvain is and always has been one of his highest priorities, even if he didn't always acknowledge or like it. As for trusting himself to make the same choices...

He nods. "I can. When you put it like that, I...if we can hold onto our first promise through a decade of hell, there's no reason we can't keep it afterward. I may not be very good at faith, but I know I keep my promises."

Felix sighs and shifts to wrap his arms around Claude and rest his head on the other man's shoulder. "...thank you," he mutters quietly.

[vrdantwind]

Claude sits down on the bed beside Felix, pulling him closer. One arm slips around Felix, even as the other hand moves to stroke his hair. "My pleasure," he says softly. "Things will be okay, sunshine. No matter what happens, or where we are. And things are good right now. So let's enjoy what we have, okay?"

[bestswordmaster]

"Hmph. Now that's not a promise anyone can keep." But Felix doesn't move away; if anything, he relaxes further against Claude as he closes his eyes. "But...I suppose things are good for now."

He'd like to say that if he did somehow lose them, if he had to go back to living alone in Castle Fraldarius for the foreseeable future, he'd be fine. A bit sad, a bit lonely, but fine.

He'd like to say that, but at this point he's really not sure if it's true, and that's a scary thought.

But he pushes it aside so he can focus on Claude's warm hand in his hair and the steady rhythm of his breathing and the way he smells--he always smells good. It doesn't take too long before Felix starts to doze.