[So on the one hand, she's laughing at him. But on the other, she's laughing, which is a hell of a lot better than how she was a few minutes ago.
Still, that doesn't keep Felix's face from getting redder. It's just the cake, he reminds himself. Just the cake. ...although the cake wasn't responsible for her saving his life. But all this? She can't really mean all this. Can she?
(And if she did, then he would have to face the reality that what Dimitri said was probably true, too. And he's not ready to do that.)
He sighs quietly in relief.]
Good.
[...oh. Right. If she's warm now, then he should...let go of her.
Unable to meet her gaze, he disentangles himself and draws back - if she'll let him.]
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Still, that doesn't keep Felix's face from getting redder. It's just the cake, he reminds himself. Just the cake. ...although the cake wasn't responsible for her saving his life. But all this? She can't really mean all this. Can she?
(And if she did, then he would have to face the reality that what Dimitri said was probably true, too. And he's not ready to do that.)
He sighs quietly in relief.]
Good.
[...oh. Right. If she's warm now, then he should...let go of her.
Unable to meet her gaze, he disentangles himself and draws back - if she'll let him.]