[ there was no time to get comfortable during the war, not even after reuniting with everyone after byleth came back. sometimes he thinks he’d taken his days at the academy for granted, when they seemed to stretch on forever and he could continue to pretend like he’d nothing to worry about. and he did have less things to concern himself with, back then—away from home and free from miklan, up until that fateful day at the tower. but it all feels like a lifetime ago; now here he is, on a different world entirely with no known way of returning home. and yet, as felix settles himself on top of him, this part at least feels… natural and right. comfortable. ]

Come on. You’re spending time with me, your best friend. [ his words are a little muffled by the vision pressed against his cheek, though he makes no move to pull away. ] How’s that wasteful?

[ so cold, so harsh. but that doesn’t stop him from opening his eyes to look up at felix through the sweep of his lashes, playfully lowering his voice. ]

I can think of a few ways you could keep me up with.