[ the thing is, sylvain has never liked impressing people. he's always hated showing off and meeting people's expectations—it was always easier to just do whatever he wanted without caring about things like recognition and being acknowledged, because in the end it's never enough. it takes the joy out of it, reduces it to nothing more than a burden for him to carry until he crumbles under the collective weight. but felix has never expected anything from him, not like the way his family and everyone else does. ]
What, am I not comfortable enough for you?
[ felix is so bony, all hard angles and muscle, but sylvain is used to it as well as the sharp elbows digging into his chest. he wraps his arms around felix's torso, linking his hands at the small of his back and getting comfy, closing his eyes as he settles in. felix may not want to stay like this, but sylvain isn't giving him a choice; even if he could break out of this hold if he really wanted to. ]
Stay for a little bit. You can handle that, right?
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What, am I not comfortable enough for you?
[ felix is so bony, all hard angles and muscle, but sylvain is used to it as well as the sharp elbows digging into his chest. he wraps his arms around felix's torso, linking his hands at the small of his back and getting comfy, closing his eyes as he settles in. felix may not want to stay like this, but sylvain isn't giving him a choice; even if he could break out of this hold if he really wanted to. ]
Stay for a little bit. You can handle that, right?