[ Felix doesn't comment on the lance issue further. Instead, he says ] Don't make that face. It doesn't suit you. [ A smile is so much nicer--

Oh goddess, he's spent too much time with Sylvain, hasn't he. He's rubbing off on him. Gross.


He looks away from Dimitri, an ever-growing blush further betraying his emotions. ] And anyway, why does that matter? Even if the messenger beat me here, you'd just be restlessly waiting for me to show up, like a dog.

[ Translation: there was no time to send a messenger because I decided to visit spur of the moment. I missed you. I love you. ]