[ Felix realizes, watching the way Sylvain's mouth curves into a grin, that he knows, and there's no putting that knowledge back into the carefully compartmentalized box from whence it came now. Felix frowns back at him, certain he's given away too much now, and he's never going to hear the end of it.
He wonders, briefly, if he's strong enough now to just pick Sylvain up and toss him out onto the landing.
He abandons that thought a moment later, and releases Sylvain's wrist with a gruff, irritated little noise, dropping his hands into his lap. One ear twitches, still attuned to his agitated state. ]
Fine. Just—get it over with, and don't make fun, alright?
[ The wafting scent of tea and food attracts his attention once more, and Felix, grateful for the distraction, reaches for the tray by his bedside, setting it on his lap.
He takes one sip of tea and immediately blanches. It's warm, and soothes some of the ache in his throat, but it's overwhelmingly saccharine. ]
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He wonders, briefly, if he's strong enough now to just pick Sylvain up and toss him out onto the landing.
He abandons that thought a moment later, and releases Sylvain's wrist with a gruff, irritated little noise, dropping his hands into his lap. One ear twitches, still attuned to his agitated state. ]
Fine. Just—get it over with, and don't make fun, alright?
[ The wafting scent of tea and food attracts his attention once more, and Felix, grateful for the distraction, reaches for the tray by his bedside, setting it on his lap.
He takes one sip of tea and immediately blanches. It's warm, and soothes some of the ache in his throat, but it's overwhelmingly saccharine. ]
What did you put in this? It's drowning in sugar.