[He expects Dimitri to shrug off his arm, as he usually does; he thinks Dimitri's about to, and then his prince...doesn't. Dimitri smiles at him, instead. And Sylvain smiles back, though it dims a little at the question, before becoming...not something sad, something wry, well aware that pretty much all of what happened was his fault.]

Well.

[Well. Where to begin.]

I feel like a lot happened, even though I'm pretty sure not that much actually happened. Confusing. Confusing's a good word for it, I think. Short version is that I found a drunk guy and I felt like I couldn't just leave him here, and kicking up a fuss on the network was the quickest way to find someone who could take care of him, so...

[...yeah.]