Early morning, or their new morning since becoming wherhandlers, would find Sylvain wandering the Weyr rather than sleeping. He'd been dealing with... some things. Not anything he really wanted to bother Dimitri or Felix with. Especially not Felix. But it was getting hard to ignore, hard to pretend that it wasn't gnawing at him. But it was better if he just kept on pretending. He'd even managed to hide it from Sylvask.
Feelings. Genuine feelings. Feelings he'd been running from for a while and now just pretended like they didn't exist. If he kept on like that, maybe they'd go away. Or someone else more deserving would step in and do something and he'd be able to just keep pretending.
He stopped short, staring at the door in front of him. This was definitely not his room in the barracks. All the doors looked the same, for the most part, but this was definitely not his. "Oh," he mumbled dumbly after a beat or two. Without thinking, he'd dragged himself straight up to Felix's door. It had been a while since he'd gotten to see him outside of lessons. Maybe he could bother him and not feel too guilty about it.
Quietly, he knocked on the door, wondering if Felix was sleeping in on their day off. Well, it was pretty early, too.