oh i got troubles that won't let me be, but i won't get tired, set the world on fire
She pulls the blankets up tighter and Felix curls his hands and arms into himself at her side, pressing up against her as he might as a toddler sharing a bed with his mother, nestled in as his question is aired, the worry evident in the tones of his voice. She tells him that Devrum was always wild, much like Felix, but the boy can’t imagine disappearing from his mother, from his loved ones. And he hunkers down a bit more with that realization.
“I hope so.” He says quietly, accepting what she says about the men so far in his life for what it was. A consolation as well as a hope. But then there’s suddenly a moment of worry in the young man’s heart, a yearning that has his arm coming around Vai’s middle and keeping her close to listen to the heartbeat he’s heard his entire life. “You’re okay, right?” He almost whispers the question, knowing how much Remi meant to her too.
“I hope so.” He says quietly, accepting what she says about the men so far in his life for what it was. A consolation as well as a hope. But then there’s suddenly a moment of worry in the young man’s heart, a yearning that has his arm coming around Vai’s middle and keeping her close to listen to the heartbeat he’s heard his entire life. “You’re okay, right?” He almost whispers the question, knowing how much Remi meant to her too.
'till my troubles got trouble with me
FELIX
