[ for a few seconds, felix looks down at himself with a slightly furrowed brow, elbows flared a little away from his body as he tries to recall what few memories he has of that night. he knows he got grazed at least once, somewhere on one of his arms, but finding the scar (not that he'd even see it with his jacket sleeves in the way) becomes unimportant when iggy offers his own scary encounter, and he lifts his head.

felix's eyebrows inch up in mild surprise. dying? dying? and iggy just says it so casually, like that's a normal thing people do, and then come back from. but hey, felix is new here, and unfamiliar with the whims and ways of the manor.

he shakes his head, waving his hand from inside of his jacket pocket. ]

Oh, hey, no - that's. It wasn't dumb. [ he sets the tape in his hand back on the shelf. ] That's uh - I mean. Most people don't - die and then remember it. That sounds scary as shit. [ ... ] How's that work though? If that's not like super fucked up to ask. Or like, we don't gotta talk about it either. Hit me with Felix, shut the hell up and I'll—

[ he mimes zipping his mouth closed and tossing away an invisible key. ]