“... and after the gym he just stormed off like the little bitch he is. He’s just so fucking weird, Wallace! And I don’t mean that in a bad way, but... fuck, he’s such a brat.” Sober Felix would, in the morning, be absolutely mortified by the fact he had drunkenly called up Wally to vent and complain about his undeniably unusual situation. Still, he was grateful - he missed Wally, and this was a good chance to catch up. Though he could tell he had surprised even the blond with the entire story of him and his newfound brother. Sighing into his cup of vodka and juice, he took another sip and leaned back against his couch. “Thank you for coming, again. Not sure when he’ll be back, but if he sees you he might get mad.”