[ Dimitri watches Byleth for a reaction, not quite sure what he's hoping will come out of this or what he thinks will happen. It's all just happening at once. It started and he can't stop it - so he's riding it out to the end, whatever that ends up being. It's just - this is not how he would have expected to confess to anyone. Curled up in a snow cave, avoiding a blizzard, pressed close so they can huddle for warmth. He swallows and runs his tongue over his lips as Byleth considers that. And then speaks.

Oh, Byleth.

Sometimes Dimitri wasn't quite sure if Byleth fully grasped how society at large worked. Not that Dimitri did either sometimes, but... Byleth was his own person in every sense of the word. Even if he was also the Archbishop now. ]

I - yes. That was - that was what I was proposing. If you've no wish to do that, I'll - I'll understand completely. This wasn't how I intended for it to come out, though. Not... here. It's hardly an ideal setting, is it?