Hey! I thought you liked looking at my face.

[ felix has yet to shrug him off, so sylvain continues to take full advantage of their proximity, keeping him close as he watches felix fumble through his phone's settings. he's not even trying to help, or trying to keep the amusement out of his voice, so. sorry, not sorry. ]

You didn't seem to mind staring at it a few nights ago.

[ it's hard not to think about that night—nothing actually happened afterwards, they'd watched the fireworks and finished the rest of the ale, then meandered back to their apartment. but it was everything before that won't leave his mind, the way his color had returned so quickly when it was felix saying those things, as minimal as they were. felix is a man of few words, they both know this, and yet, it doesn't change the fact that the things he does say have an impact all on their own. it doesn't change the fact that sylvain hangs onto them like he does with everything else involving felix. ]

But if you really hate it that much, [ he sighs a little, slumping a little against felix's frame. is he pouting? maybe. ] I'll change it back, okay?