[The kisses work him over well, making Felix breathe deeper with his face flushed rosy. He lets Dimitri push him back while laying hands on his shoulders.]

[He huffs and glances away, embarrassed by the praise.]

You don't have to prove your foolishness.

[His hands leave Dimitri's shoulders, settling into his hair instead. Felix doesn't push or pull him, only touches. He even brushes some of it back from Dimitri's face.]

You don't get it. ...I keep feeling like I never left that battlefield. The one where you died and I killed Sylvain. Like I'm still there, just waiting for someone to finally kill me too. There's nothing of me left for you...