Claude sits down on the bed beside Felix, pulling him closer. One arm slips around Felix, even as the other hand moves to stroke his hair. "My pleasure," he says softly. "Things will be okay, sunshine. No matter what happens, or where we are. And things are good right now. So let's enjoy what we have, okay?"
"Hmph. Now that's not a promise anyone can keep." But Felix doesn't move away; if anything, he relaxes further against Claude as he closes his eyes. "But...I suppose things are good for now."
He'd like to say that if he did somehow lose them, if he had to go back to living alone in Castle Fraldarius for the foreseeable future, he'd be fine. A bit sad, a bit lonely, but fine.
He'd like to say that, but at this point he's really not sure if it's true, and that's a scary thought.
But he pushes it aside so he can focus on Claude's warm hand in his hair and the steady rhythm of his breathing and the way he smells--he always smells good. It doesn't take too long before Felix starts to doze.
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He'd like to say that if he did somehow lose them, if he had to go back to living alone in Castle Fraldarius for the foreseeable future, he'd be fine. A bit sad, a bit lonely, but fine.
He'd like to say that, but at this point he's really not sure if it's true, and that's a scary thought.
But he pushes it aside so he can focus on Claude's warm hand in his hair and the steady rhythm of his breathing and the way he smells--he always smells good. It doesn't take too long before Felix starts to doze.