[That is mostly grumbled behind a hand he's brought up to, ostensibly, scrub down his face. He could blame the faux pas on him being a little a tired -- it's actually true, mostly -- but there's also the real and far more troubling reason behind it. Namely, how distracted he'd been by a simple set of choice words and all the meaning he'd put behind them on Claude's behalf.
The hand does a pretty decent job of hiding the rosy flush of his skin, at least that's what Felix thinks when he brings it back down to rest, rather awkwardly, on the rooftop between their bodies.]
You know what I meant. It's early, give me a break.
[Felix grouses, and continues to grouse as only he can, believing this will all soon come to pass.
He points with his chin toward the horizon, where the small, orange bulb of the sun has grown into a hemisphere nearly twice as large.]
There, progress. No sense in me going back to bed now, is there?
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[That is mostly grumbled behind a hand he's brought up to, ostensibly, scrub down his face. He could blame the faux pas on him being a little a tired -- it's actually true, mostly -- but there's also the real and far more troubling reason behind it. Namely, how distracted he'd been by a simple set of choice words and all the meaning he'd put behind them on Claude's behalf.
The hand does a pretty decent job of hiding the rosy flush of his skin, at least that's what Felix thinks when he brings it back down to rest, rather awkwardly, on the rooftop between their bodies.]
You know what I meant. It's early, give me a break.
[Felix grouses, and continues to grouse as only he can, believing this will all soon come to pass.
He points with his chin toward the horizon, where the small, orange bulb of the sun has grown into a hemisphere nearly twice as large.]
There, progress. No sense in me going back to bed now, is there?