It never is, and yet here we are. [ a beat, and a teasing grin; ] You just don't want people to find out you have a soft center. Or that you're warm to the touch, I bet that'd freak some people at the monastery out.

[ sylvain doesn't take the arm leaning on felix away for multiple reasons, really - the other's a bit shorter, so he's a sturdy post to rest on, and also the thrill of being one of the few people allowed to invade his personal space without losing a limb. maybe the only one? for a brief second, the knight feels prickles of jealousy at the potential that others had this special privilege, jealousy he'd felt before. good thing he's never really stopped to examine those feelings!! because he's a big redheaded idiot!

with a short sigh, he slicks back his wet hair with his free hand and shakes the excess water off away from him, almost forgetting how miserable the rest of him felt. felix was good at distracting him, again, in multiple ways. spending time with him was easy, considering they'd been together since they were kids - but it went right down to watching him perform in battle, or seeing him from across a room too.

really, it was quite unfair how easily felix caught his eye. that was supposed to be a torture reserved for his admiring masses towards himself. ]

Better not get a cold from this - I don't think there's any part of me that's even dry right now.