oh i got troubles that won't let me be, but i won't get tired, set the world on fire
There’s pride in Vai’s words, something that bolsters that uncertain part within him. And he nods in agreement to it definitely not being fine, but knowing nothing else of whether or not he could figure out a way to get over it. At least… Not alone. Perhaps Zeph or his mother might be willing to spend some time with him, learning the ocean again, waiting to see if it indeed swallowed him up the moment he stepped into it.
Even the thought was enough to make him almost shiver. “Maybe… before it gets too cold we could go for a swim?” He asks, lifting up his fork again and letting his mismatched gaze land on his mother, a silent question in his gaze. “I’m pretty sure you’d fight the ocean if it meant keeping me from drowning.” There’s a crookedly boyish smile that crosses his face yet again, recovering enough to pick at his meal and dig in again.
Even the thought was enough to make him almost shiver. “Maybe… before it gets too cold we could go for a swim?” He asks, lifting up his fork again and letting his mismatched gaze land on his mother, a silent question in his gaze. “I’m pretty sure you’d fight the ocean if it meant keeping me from drowning.” There’s a crookedly boyish smile that crosses his face yet again, recovering enough to pick at his meal and dig in again.
'till my troubles got trouble with me
FELIX
