<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/z3xtB59.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Felix Elliot (http://httphttps://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16147442#msg16147442)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>This</em>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/53/18/58/531858649f4d2e264b3e453766c63d47.jpg)<br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>1pm June 4th; Afternoon</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Big rock at edge of forest behind the gardens</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Elle |</em><br/><hr/>To see Elle at the camp had been quite the mixed bag. On one hand,<em>oh my god, yes</em>! And on the other, well, he wasn’t even really the same person he had been when they’d parted ways before. In just a few short - nothing about the last five years or so had been short - years, Felix had reinvented himself. The most obvious of which was, well, Felicia was gone. Well, gone might be the wrong word for it. Felicia was in the other room and Felix was at the door now. That didn’t need to make sense for anyone other than him, which was fine, but it had helped him figure himself out. Regardless, Felix was trepidatious about approaching Elle as he was now. They’d shared so much when they were young, it seemed impossible that she wouldn’t support him. But Felix wasn’t new to the relentless and inconsiderate judgment over a thing that really shouldn’t have been any of their business. Remembering Elle as she was, as they had once been, was a lot better than meeting again and tarnishing it.<br/><br/>But three days later he knew he couldn’t spend six weeks ignoring her. So now they were meeting. And he had no small amount of anxiety about it.<br/><br/>“<strong>Hey–</strong>” He started, almost holding up a hand to wave. She hadn’t changed at all. Okay that was a lie. She had changed a lot. But not really. It shouldn’t have been surprising that she didn’t recognize him, but it didn’t do much to soften the sting. After all they had been through, Elle didn’t know. Maybe that meant he was succeeding at his presentation, at his new self, but in that moment it didn’t feel that way. “<strong>I have bad news.</strong>” He says, dropping the hand that never got to wave and stuffing it into his jacket pocket. “<strong>She isn’t coming.</strong>” And that was true. Ish. He leans the same direction she does to block her view, tilting over a bit to match his face level with hers, “<strong>But maybe I’ll do instead?</strong>”<br/><br/>He pulls the hand back out and reaches up, running it through his hair and pushing it all back. “<strong>Hey Elle.</strong>” His other hand pushes against his pocket and he holds that side of his jacket out as wide as he can to the side, “<strong>It’s me.</strong>” And with some effort, he deliberately lets his voice go higher. Something softer. Something more familiar. And for a moment his jaw quivers, and his eyes squint, and little beads of water well in them, “<strong>You missed a lot.</strong>” His voice cracks a hair. “<strong>I missed you a lot.</strong>”