@ourpretender: does it even matter? do you even care? do you actually like her? do you care about anyone other than yourself? ( a what-if-ollie-and-annabel-actually-got-together-and-felix-and-he-were-arguing-about-it ? )
felix, frankly, can't believe what he's hearing right now. the accusations are being fired out like warning shots and he barely has time to react to each one individually, an incredulous laugh sputtering out of him. he hadn't realized confronting oliver about what happened would warrant this response, but a hit dog will holler, he supposes. "what the fuck? do you even like her?" did it matter? it didn't, objectively, this whole thing was incredibly petty and trivial and felix doesn't like having to get his hands dirty like this when fighting with someone. he was raised to believe he was above the mudslinging, but repressing and swallowing every negative emotion doesn't always make you feel like the bigger person. you couldn't always be switzerland, sometimes you had to pick a fucking side. "this isn't about annabel any more. she doesn't like me, she likes what she knows of me. i can't believe you'd say that to me after everything." it's unclear what he means by this, but felix doesn't let people in easily. he needs a full and conclusive background check run before he even considers it, most times, but it hadn't been like that with oliver. felix's defenses had been lowered and he'd thought leading with a story about how his family didn't always conduct themselves well would bridge the large, impossible gap between them. it hadn't, and now oliver was implying he was a narcissist. he's unsure, but whenever he argues with his cousin they seem to leap right into implying things about his character. it's the right bruise to press. "right. i only care about myself and i only care about this because of how it reflects on me. fuck you." felix spits, worrying the flesh of his bottom lip between his teeth as he holds on to the fabric of his sweater, making himself smaller like a child. he laughs, the sound of it wet and hollow. "you know, i actually thought we were friends."