[ Even if he hadn't been able to feel her annoyance through their bond, it's one of those things he could've recognized even with his eyes closed with how long they've known each other. Intimately known each other at that, and now? It's quite clear in that question he knows she's right to ask - as with the underscoring as to why following right after it.

It's enough to get him to (sort of) fling the blanket back (also sort of) in what's absolutely a dramatic gesture considering it only uncovers his face in the end. Just enough to be visible, but absolutely also enough that he could simply put it back where it was in one quick movement. ]

I didn't say I was going to. It's just an option. [ A technicality at best and he knows it, just as the sullen tone implies. ] At least it'd get this guy to go away.

[ And it does nothing to address the other problem tied to that which Valentine's reminded him of: even if he's currently not speaking to Sylvain, there's no real way to avoid being reminded of him. Now, or before when he'd wanted to burrow into blankets like that'd make all the heartache disappear like it never existed, or any time in the future when he'd least expect it. Irrevocably linked, forever. It'd sounded like such a good idea at the time.

If bitter hurt wasn't intent on convincing him of that last part being a truth, logic would've taken over to remind him it'd never stopped being a gift and never would. Right now, however, it's too difficult for it to break through as Sidus studies Valentine with a discontented furrow between his brows. ]

Fine, no cursing. Surely he can just be doomed to stub his toe on everything from here on out as a completely unrelated turn of events.