FELIX
He mulls over the information that Zeph gives him, unsure where to even go, what to do with it. Nothing, seems to be the main choice in that moment, and he nods abruptly to the point of what Zeph’s getting at. Communication. Got it. “That makes sense.” He agrees, but awkwardly does draw quiet, unsure and uncertain of himself. Zeph runs a hand through his hair and Felix lets his dual toned gaze flicker from the hand to the street again, offering the fact he’s never thought about it.
He supposes that doesn’t matter either, not with a lifetime ahead of him to figure it out. It isn’t, as he realizes, something that he needed to be forced into it he wasn’t ready yet. Hopefully it makes sense to everyone else as well.
But he turns his head back toward Zeph with a small shake of his head. At least on that subject. “How do you know my mom?” Enough that she’s requested he keep an eye on him.
Perhaps these questions go hand in hand and he just doesn’t know it yet.
He supposes that doesn’t matter either, not with a lifetime ahead of him to figure it out. It isn’t, as he realizes, something that he needed to be forced into it he wasn’t ready yet. Hopefully it makes sense to everyone else as well.
But he turns his head back toward Zeph with a small shake of his head. At least on that subject. “How do you know my mom?” Enough that she’s requested he keep an eye on him.
Perhaps these questions go hand in hand and he just doesn’t know it yet.
breathing dreams like air
