[Feliks frowns, because seriously, Fai, what are you doing? He thinks for a moment, then folds his arms, pointedly refusing to take a step.]

If there's no rule about the host betting, there's no rule about me betting, or pooling money, either!

Fai? Bet twenty-eight, and tell me what this is about. Come up here and whisper if you have to, I don't care.

[He's still clueless, still refusing to accept the little nagging voice of hope because he knows how much it can hurt him, but he's not about to be some kind of passive spectator in whatever is going on here. That isn't how he does things.]

[Supporting his best friend even when he's out of the loop and a little annoyed about it is totally how he does things, though.]