[ ...He's never seen Felix laugh so — so brilliantly before. Byleth is so taken by it that he sinks back into old habits, throwing his sword over his shoulder in his usual manner (it was a habit he developed as a child when the swords he used were too heavy for his thin arms, and it doesn't leave him that vulnerable, he swears) before he remembers that there's no reason to take that stance now that the fight is over.
Sighing, he lowers his blade, then extends his hand to pull Felix up. ]
You're just saying that because you'll have fun doing it.
[ ...It is nice, though. Being able to see Felix smiling and laughing like this. Despite all the time that he's spent in the company of other people, this is a new position for Byleth: it's not often that he finds himself so surly while a friend laughs brilliantly at his expense.
But he thinks he understands, now. He gets it. The way that the others talk about Felix, like he used to be so sweet, so harmless, so pure. Obviously Felix has become a harder man than most, and Byleth will never meet the boy that he used to be. But he thinks he might understand now. The next time that Sylvain talks about how cute and clingy Felix used to be. He can see it.
Byleth squeezes Felix's hand — just once, clasping it, like a handshake between men — and then lets go, turning round to clap Felix on the shoulder instead. ]
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Sighing, he lowers his blade, then extends his hand to pull Felix up. ]
You're just saying that because you'll have fun doing it.
[ ...It is nice, though. Being able to see Felix smiling and laughing like this. Despite all the time that he's spent in the company of other people, this is a new position for Byleth: it's not often that he finds himself so surly while a friend laughs brilliantly at his expense.
But he thinks he understands, now. He gets it. The way that the others talk about Felix, like he used to be so sweet, so harmless, so pure. Obviously Felix has become a harder man than most, and Byleth will never meet the boy that he used to be. But he thinks he might understand now. The next time that Sylvain talks about how cute and clingy Felix used to be. He can see it.
Byleth squeezes Felix's hand — just once, clasping it, like a handshake between men — and then lets go, turning round to clap Felix on the shoulder instead. ]
Come on, eat your noodles.