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Felix would never admit it, but he hated seeing that look on Sylvain's face. Personally, the only feeling towards Miklan's loss he had was "good riddance", but he could understand why it was harder on Sylvain. Glenn still weighed heavy on his heart, all those years later. And even though Glenn was more of a brother, even to Sylvain, than Miklan ever would have been, it still hurt to lose a brother, even if he was a brother in little more than name.
It was obvious that Sylvain had barely slept in the last few days. The bags under his eyes were darker than those he got from staying out too late with girls. He wore his mask well enough to fool everyone. Everyone except Felix.
They'd sparred for a while, staying later than Sylvain ever did, and now they headed towards their rooms for bed. Felix frowned, no doubt Sylvain would have another sleepless night. Part of him wanted to leave it at that. Leave the redhead to deal with his own troubles. But part of him, the part of him that knew loss far too well, wouldn't let him.
"Sylvain." Felix called his name just as Sylvain reached to open his door.
"Yeah, Fe?" Not a hint of teasing in the words.
"Come here." Felix headed into his room without waiting for an answer.
Sylvain joined him in the room, just shutting the door behind him when a pile of fabric hit him in the face. "What the hell was that for?"
"Just change." Felix pulled off his own clothes, pulling on the pants and shirt he slept in. Then he loosely braided his hair. It was uncomfortable to leave it in a bun at night, but leaving it free meant a million tangles in the morning.
Sylvain eyed him curiously but didn't argue. He pulled on the clothes, ignoring the fact that the pants were a little short on him and that he was pretty sure the shirt was actually his.
Satisfied, Felix blew out all of the candles except for the one nearest the bed. He only waited for Sylvain to get one leg on the bed before he blew it out as well.
Sylvain wasn't sure what he expected. He didn't want to ask, worried that if he spoke he might wake up and realize it was all a dream. Still he didn't know what to do with himself, the bed wasn't really big enough for two.
"Stop wiggling and just lay down."
When Sylvain made to lay down facing Felix, a shove on his shoulder gave him further directions. So instead he lay on his left side, towards the wall.
Behind him, Felix took a moment to get settled. Any other night Sylvain would have teased him for wiggling. Finally, after several minutes of silence, Felix's arm draped over Sylvain's waist, pulling him back against his chest. He didn't complain when Sylvain took that hand in his own.
It felt so much like a dream. They hadn’t shared a bed like this in a decade or more. When they were kids Felix had let Sylvain hug him and be generally physically affectionate, but that was long gone by the time they started at the academy. To have Felix beside him like this again, especially the one who had initiated the contact, felt like a blessing from the Goddess herself. No doubt Felix would pretend it hadn’t happened in the morning, but Sylvain would enjoy it for as long as he could. "Night, Fe."
"Good Night, Sylvain."