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There's something hard and bitter in Felix's eyes when he looks up, but he meets Jim's gaze and his expression softens. He smiles a little, grasping Jim's arms tightly.

"To us," he agrees softly. He leans closer, drinking in Jim's presence. The reassurance of his support, his sympathetic anger. If he's spoiled the evening a little, it almost feels worth it. "You were right to ask. You needed to know. I should have talked to you about it before, but..." He shakes his head. "I didn't want to get you mixed up in it. They aren't your enemies to worry about.

"For now, you're right. Let's enjoy the food and the shows. And then, if you're still in the mood, we can take a couple of those kites for a test flight..."