That's really as good as a 'you're welcome', isn't it? Or it's as good as he'll get from Felix, anyway, but he's gotten pretty good at understanding these Felixisms over the years... It's kind of like a second, silent language of hidden meanings beneath every jab or insult, a dozen things left unsaid for each one spoken aloud. He likes to think he's more fluent in it than anyone, save for Felix himself--Dimitri might be a close contender, if only 1. Felix were a more willing teacher, and 2. Dimitri hadn't skipped the homework for years on end. It's... fine though?? Like, they're both idiots, but they're his idiots; he's gotten comfortable enough with things the way they are.
In any case, Sylvain's eye lingers even after Felix has turned away again. It's really just long enough for him to reminisce a bit (the memories are bittersweet, but he's tired, and he can't bring himself to get lost in some mindless daydream) before he's glancing back out and keeping his mouth decidedly shut as far as Felix's small allowance.
...It's nice, even if it's actually pretty bittersweet, too. He could break the silence by pointing out how beautiful the sunrise is, though given how the brightening sky acts as a signal for their inevitable departure, he's sure the compliment would taste just as empty as any other he might give: honest, perhaps, but strikingly insincere. They've been apart before, and for longer as well... however, with the others around? And the knowledge that he's here, just not with them? It makes his absence that much more obvious. So, y'know... maybe it isn't just aching muscles that keep him from pushing himself to his feet.
And of course, as if on cue, Felix puts voice to the thoughts he'd rather ignore for just a while longer. He expects this from him, and yet...
"I'm sure he's got plenty to keep him busy, without keeping tabs on all of us... me, especially. I mean, it's not like this is the first time I've stayed out all night."
Although it was definitely a contender for the WORST, comparatively speaking.
"You think he'll be upset?" Maybe if they just... don't tell anyone else about the whole 'endless skeleton army' thing...
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In any case, Sylvain's eye lingers even after Felix has turned away again. It's really just long enough for him to reminisce a bit (the memories are bittersweet, but he's tired, and he can't bring himself to get lost in some mindless daydream) before he's glancing back out and keeping his mouth decidedly shut as far as Felix's small allowance.
...It's nice, even if it's actually pretty bittersweet, too. He could break the silence by pointing out how beautiful the sunrise is, though given how the brightening sky acts as a signal for their inevitable departure, he's sure the compliment would taste just as empty as any other he might give: honest, perhaps, but strikingly insincere. They've been apart before, and for longer as well... however, with the others around? And the knowledge that he's here, just not with them? It makes his absence that much more obvious. So, y'know... maybe it isn't just aching muscles that keep him from pushing himself to his feet.
And of course, as if on cue, Felix puts voice to the thoughts he'd rather ignore for just a while longer. He expects this from him, and yet...
"I'm sure he's got plenty to keep him busy, without keeping tabs on all of us... me, especially. I mean, it's not like this is the first time I've stayed out all night."
Although it was definitely a contender for the WORST, comparatively speaking.
"You think he'll be upset?" Maybe if they just... don't tell anyone else about the whole 'endless skeleton army' thing...