<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 | Robin</em><br/><hr/>How. Why. Those were probably fine questions - and Elle certainly deserved some answers, when they got to it. As much as he might be able to take offense to them, he’d accepted it’d be a part of this. Robin aside, she might well be the only person who gets to ask those questions and get answers that don’t involve knuckles - really it’s no one’s business, and Felix has, largely, grown tired of trying to explain himself to people or justify his existence. No one else has to do that, he shouldn’t either. But for her, well, she gets spared the anger. For her he can try and explain,<em>if</em>that’s what she wants - needs. Robin had. But none of that seemed immediately important, despite that being the first things out of her mouth - it really was its own whole conversation. “<strong>Payback?</strong>” He whispers, weakly, very in his feelings over it. She had gone so very quickly back then. Without warning. The sting had faded. “<strong>Or just…</strong>” He clicks his tongue and scrunches his face, “<strong>Setting expectations.</strong>” Because more than a little he worried that she wouldn’t understand when the conversation did come.<br/><br/>He sniffles again. His arms collapse - well, as much as they are able bound by his jacket - around her when she slips against his chest. And he<em>squeezes</em>her. Felicia had<em>always</em>been something of a tomboy, but there is a decided newness in the strength of her arms now - they’re not nearly as noodley as they used to be. He tucks his head over top of hers and breathes deep the scent of her hair. It’s not the same. But it kind of is, in a nostalgic hopeful way. “<strong><em>God</em>,</strong>” He mimics her, still softer, still somewhere on that bridge. He’s unsure how, where to exist with her. It’d be more confusing if he wasn’t so wrapped up with just being her with her - Felicia had given up hope they’d ever be reunited.<br/><br/>“<strong>Heh.</strong>” Levity gives him grounding - humor means a great deal to him, these days - and he is able to find his footing. Correct that broken voice and he pulls back a bit, grinning at her, “<strong>Kind of hoping I have a few inches left in me still.</strong>” He jokes back, no matter how unlikely. If he could just hit that six foot mark! He holds onto her for probably longer than is socially acceptable, but he has precisely zero fucks to give about that. This is a catharsis long needed.<br/><br/>Finally dropping his arms from her, Felix shuffles back a foot or so and looks her over - really giving her that up and down eye. “<strong>Not half as pretty though, huh?</strong>” He pulls a hand out of his hand as he says it and swipes a crooked index against her chin, winking. “<strong>Look at you. <em>God</em>,</strong>” His eyes roll with… Excitement? Jealousy? “<strong>What’re the chances.</strong>” He sighs, dropping his hand to his side and hooking his thumb through a belt loop. “<strong>Where have you been? Where did you go? How are you?</strong>” He grins, there’s another fifty questions that all want to waterfall from his lips but he does his best to contain them. “<strong>Oh man, I have missed you so much. We have… There’s so much I want to tell you.</strong>”