good enough ain't good enough for you or me, and feeling stuck is fucking up my sanity
Felix stops when Zeph stops, almost as if on cue. Perhaps he’s been watching and learning form the man far more than he’s let on – ever the absorbent child, eager to learn and work for what he has and wants. The instruction is easy, and Felix spends a moment rolling up his sleeves again, grabbing a sandbag to begin to stack with Zeph, inspecting the older man’s work and ensuring he’s done it right before he decides to answer the question.
And really? He can’t remember much. So there’s a slight frown that crosses his face as he works to grab another bag to stack. “I don’t really have a lot of memories of him.” Felix answers honestly, the boy moving to grab another bag just to do something with his hands. “What I know is from mom.” His dual toned gaze flickers up to meet Zeph. “He had two colored eyes too, though mine are different than his were.” Another little connection. “And Remi says that I look exactly like him. But I couldn’t tell you if it’s true.” A shrug of his shoulders.
And really? He can’t remember much. So there’s a slight frown that crosses his face as he works to grab another bag to stack. “I don’t really have a lot of memories of him.” Felix answers honestly, the boy moving to grab another bag just to do something with his hands. “What I know is from mom.” His dual toned gaze flickers up to meet Zeph. “He had two colored eyes too, though mine are different than his were.” Another little connection. “And Remi says that I look exactly like him. But I couldn’t tell you if it’s true.” A shrug of his shoulders.
FELIX
