[ Oh. Dimitri actus without thinking, closing his fingers around Dedue's hand as he tries to pull it away. He doesn't want him to leave. Not yet. ]

Dedue, you deserve the world. If anything, you do more for me than I've ever done for you.

[ His hand is warm; the callouses from weapons practice seem to fit perfectly against his own and Dimitri thinks his face might be flushing. He presses on. ]

I - I think the world of you. I don't know if I can put it into words.