[Fai sinks down next to him, still holding Feliks' hand in his, feeling the dry grass tickle his cheek. For all that he could more or less squirm out of his skin from sheer awkwardness still, he also finds himself feeling... well, rather happy to be here, holding Feliks' hand under a bright blue sky, and that shows in his tentative smile.]

It's nice, though. Being free, I mean. I mean, I don't think they've got any faith in me left, so I can probably fall in love with who I want and not disappoint my parents any more. [And it's true, in a way. But he still knows that what he's feeling is what he thinks it is, there is going to be another huge mess, and... he's not sure if he can deal with that.]