[He tries to protest quick enough, but Felix is faster. He can't exactly fight the touch without causing a scene, so he goes with it. After a moment, he opens his eyes, glancing up at Felix. For a moment, the guilt might be evident in his eyes.
But then it slips out. Put on the spot like he is, he defaults to instinct alone. That smile unfurls. It's plastered on almost perfectly, a practiced mask, save for how it fails to do anything about the misery in his eyes.]
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[He tries to protest quick enough, but Felix is faster. He can't exactly fight the touch without causing a scene, so he goes with it. After a moment, he opens his eyes, glancing up at Felix. For a moment, the guilt might be evident in his eyes.
But then it slips out. Put on the spot like he is, he defaults to instinct alone. That smile unfurls. It's plastered on almost perfectly, a practiced mask, save for how it fails to do anything about the misery in his eyes.]
I'm fine, Felix. Don't worry about me.