[ wow, at least half of it was true! but unfortunately (or fortunately), felix knows him too well, and so sylvain takes the renewed assault—both to his cheek (again!) and bearing the weight of felix trying to single-handedly bury him in this couch. this is how he goes out, smothered by the love of his life. what a way to go, tbh. ]

I'm not doing anything!

[ except he is, sort of... it's not intentional. it's not his fault felix is so easy to rile up, and while he's protesting as felix complains, neither of them are actually moving away from this couch or each other. hm! in any case, sylvain pulls his face away from the vision felix is rudely shoving into his cheek and brings his face closer to felix's instead until he rests their foreheads against each other. ]

Why's your first instinct to hurt me whenever you feel embarrassed, huh? It's just you and me, Fe, come on.