[ leave it to felix to write off all the little things that don't add up - the accents, the lack of memories from a presumed party (he couldn't have had that much to drink, if his hangover is this mild, to dom being thrilled to see him, even though the last time felix saw him was probably less than two days ago.
even so, something's starting to scratch at the back of his brain, an unsettling feeling of being - off balance starting to settle in his bones. his brow pinches slightly, mismatched eyes watching dom as he averts his gaze. when dom continues, felix just blinks a couple times, confused. ]
Different. What do you mean different, different how? [ he crosses his arms over his chest, dime bag briefly forgotten about. he blinks again, brows lifting slowly. after a beat, he reaches out and uses two fingers at the edge of dom's jaw to try and coax him to look at him again. ] ... Hey. Did we - fuck something up?
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even so, something's starting to scratch at the back of his brain, an unsettling feeling of being - off balance starting to settle in his bones. his brow pinches slightly, mismatched eyes watching dom as he averts his gaze. when dom continues, felix just blinks a couple times, confused. ]
Different. What do you mean different, different how? [ he crosses his arms over his chest, dime bag briefly forgotten about. he blinks again, brows lifting slowly. after a beat, he reaches out and uses two fingers at the edge of dom's jaw to try and coax him to look at him again. ] ... Hey. Did we - fuck something up?