You know, I can't decide which I'm more disappointed about not remembering: being your friend or watching you and Felix and Dimitri become friends. I remember how easily you'd knock his Majesty for a loop back at the academy.

[And seeing Felix make new friends is a terribly rare and wonderful treat.]

That's the one! Goddess, we all needed that celebration, though. I hadn't felt that rejuvenated in years. They should call you master feast planner, not master tactician ;)

[Is he deflecting his discomfort about feeling perceived? Probably.]

If I may turn the table around though, don't pretend like this isn't weird for you too, pal. Two can play the inference game and obviously we bonded in the 8 moons I was here so don't act like you're the impartial third party in the equation. Not that I don't appreciate your level head right now, but I'm going to be bugging you for stories about the shit I forgot once I'm done being accosted by Felix.

He has ordered me in no uncertain terms to sit my happy ass right down and not move until he gets here.