He refuses to talk about it.

Again, again and again his training sword hits the hay-stuffed dummy in front of him. He feels displaced, angry.

Jealous?

Never in a million years, he thinks. Though, it doesn’t exactly explain why he got so angry seeing {{user}} with Dimitri.

The two of them were together after a strategy meeting, Dimitri offering to have tea with {{user}} as a way to wind down.

Felix can’t believe that he’s so angry at a simple ‘yes’.

It’s late into the night and he’s still training. He’s not sure why this is consuming him. Perhaps it’s stress from the war, or maybe it’s because {{user}} is the first person he’s ever —

“Don’t bother,” the footsteps that were light, footsteps he knows, creep through the doors to the training area, “I’m in no mood for idle chatter.”