oh i got troubles that won't let me be, but i won't get tired, set the world on fire
His gaze lands back on his mother as her hand meets his shoulder in a gentle squeeze. “That sounds good.” He agrees softly, a boyish smile crossing his face. “And fun, of course.” He adds on with a quiet chime of a laugh, letting the ease of the thought settle in his mind, relief suddenly spreading through his bones at having released that quietly kept secret for so long. And so he focuses on finishing his dinner when his mother pats him on the back.
His bi-toned gaze lifts to his mother as she makes the proclamation that has him smiling with ease, even if the subject was dark and something he never wants to have to think about. But he doesn’t know what he can say in return, instead simply focusing on his mother as she suggests the one thing that has the grin spreading so wide it almost hurts, across his face. “Ice cream?” A bit more of that childish nature spreads through him with the thought, practically salivating despite having eaten.
His bi-toned gaze lifts to his mother as she makes the proclamation that has him smiling with ease, even if the subject was dark and something he never wants to have to think about. But he doesn’t know what he can say in return, instead simply focusing on his mother as she suggests the one thing that has the grin spreading so wide it almost hurts, across his face. “Ice cream?” A bit more of that childish nature spreads through him with the thought, practically salivating despite having eaten.
'till my troubles got trouble with me
FELIX
