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[nastyboy]

[There's the sound of a Rattata chittering.]

I..... do not understand.

[More chittering, with vigor! And passion!]

...No?

[The chittering rapidly continues...]

[Until there's a beep, and the answering machine's message ends.]

[At least there's no doubt that this is Dimitri's pokegear you're calling. Leave a message?]

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[nastyboy]

Ha. Dimitri smiles as well, leaning into Felix's touch. Sometimes, even though he knows it isn't, not really, it still feels like a rare treat to have Felix touch him so gently like this.

"I will be more than happy to take even some of the time," he says sincerely, turning his face into Felix's hand. "Because... that means things are changing. And... I am happy for it."

Is it right to be this happy? He feels it mustn't be, not for him. But... It is a small burning ember in his chest regardless.

[bestswordmaster]

"Hmph. I'd think you would rather I didn't have any problems to whine to you about." Felix is smiling a bit, though, as he lets Dimitri keep his hand for now.

It's a thought Felix has had, too, in a way - not that it might not be right to be this happy, but that it can't last. He tries to take things one day at a time and live in the moment, like Felicity and Lysithea both advised, but it's difficult. Some days he feels that he must cling as hard as he can to what he has before it's gone again. And some days, he can't bear to be with them knowing he can't keep them.

With Dimitri, though, in quiet moments like this, it can feel as though nothing has ever changed - that they have always been together like this, ever since they were children, and none of the horrors and tragedy in between ever happened.

"I'm not changing. I'm still me. But I am...learning. Improving. I don't want to change who I am; I want to train to become a better me. It's what you've done, too."

[nastyboy]

"Ha." Dimitri's smile curves against Felix's palm. "Only you would argue that improving is different from changing in any way..." But that's not a bad thing with Felix, he thinks.

It doesn't change who they are.... They're becoming better versions of themselves.

He likes the sound of that.

Gently, he presses a kiss to Felix's palm, and then moves to his wrist. "I'm glad... I can become a better me. That I am still capable of that." Another kiss. "And that we are becoming better together."