[Something seizes in Dimitri's heart. It clenches, aches, and spreads fire through his chest. All from Felix's hand in his hair and his admittance: I'm choosing to stay. He cups his hands over his nose and mouth, and nods shakily.] I need you.
[His voice is just as shaky. Weak. There's something in his throat. A sob that threatens to spill out of his mouth, but he swallows it down.] I will always need you, Felix.
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[His voice is just as shaky. Weak. There's something in his throat. A sob that threatens to spill out of his mouth, but he swallows it down.] I will always need you, Felix.