[Sylvain -- honestly has no idea what's happening. It isn't that he's unused to being cried on, he'd been the shoulder to cry on for Felix until he grew too big and Glenn was buried in the ground. He'd been there for all of his friends in those younger year; It was his duty as the eldest of the bunch.

But they've grown up and grown apart. Ingrid scolds him, Dimitri tries to guild him, and Felix lashes out with his tongue at any given moment. He can't remember the last time he saw either of them cry.

Never mind the fact that this is Dimitri. This is a man who, up until just a few minutes prior, he thought had been killed. Maybe he'd had his suspicions, his hopes, but those had been fleeting.

And now this is Dimitri crying, for reasons that Sylvain simply cannot comprehend. Given the distance, and everything in between, he can't say he's sure what to do.]

Hey -- Hey, big guy, come on. You don't need to cry. I know I was miserable to deal with, but it couldn't have been that bad.

[Humor. He falls to humor and deflection to cope. He wasn't ready for any of this.]