Felix takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, pulling on his own hair in an attempt to get back in the saddle. Emotionally speaking. It's made a little easier by the relief he feels; Claude didn't mean the things it sounded like he meant. But Felix can't parse any of it. How does Claude usually do this?
No, he can't try to do things the Claude way. He'll just fail. He's not Claude. He's Felix. Words don't work.
He sits up and scoots back over to wrap his arms completely around Claude in a tight embrace.
"Yes. They do. I'm sorry. I just don't understand why you're so determined to take it all on yourself. Or why you think you're not supposed to feel just as much as the rest of us. It's just like you always tell me--I can't help if I don't know enough, right? And don't tell me I shouldn't be trying to help you, I'm doing it anyway, and you can't stop me."
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Date: 2021-02-22 09:07 am (UTC)No, he can't try to do things the Claude way. He'll just fail. He's not Claude. He's Felix. Words don't work.
He sits up and scoots back over to wrap his arms completely around Claude in a tight embrace.
"Yes. They do. I'm sorry. I just don't understand why you're so determined to take it all on yourself. Or why you think you're not supposed to feel just as much as the rest of us. It's just like you always tell me--I can't help if I don't know enough, right? And don't tell me I shouldn't be trying to help you, I'm doing it anyway, and you can't stop me."