oh i got troubles that won't let me be, but i won't get tired, set the world on fire
Her quiet promise of walking the streets and learning more does help his wounded pride a bit, even as he swallows down any comments of brothels and things of that nature. “I want that.” He says quietly with a smile, nestled in close to his mother as he thinks of all the ways he can try and learn and absorb as much information as possible before it’s too overwhelming. He’d be able to take his time with it at least.
But then she’s talking of Remi and his recent departure, and his concern only grows a fair deal more, bi toned eyes remaining on his mother’s face while she explains. “No… Not yet.” He says quietly, burying his face back into the crook of her arm. Because Felix at this point ran entirely off of what his heart wanted, where it took him. Logic was few and far between in the grand scheme. “Is he gonna be okay?” He asks instead, worried for the one person he’d heard about since he was born. And if he made mistakes like this, didn’t come back at all possibly even, what then? What did it say for the type of man Felix wanted to become?
But then she’s talking of Remi and his recent departure, and his concern only grows a fair deal more, bi toned eyes remaining on his mother’s face while she explains. “No… Not yet.” He says quietly, burying his face back into the crook of her arm. Because Felix at this point ran entirely off of what his heart wanted, where it took him. Logic was few and far between in the grand scheme. “Is he gonna be okay?” He asks instead, worried for the one person he’d heard about since he was born. And if he made mistakes like this, didn’t come back at all possibly even, what then? What did it say for the type of man Felix wanted to become?
'till my troubles got trouble with me
FELIX
