♟ nerd
nonsexual acts of intimacy...
♟ | patching up a wound
"On the plus side, it's not --"
Not Blight-infected, for one. Felix's words cut off there, though -- he can't say more than that, and his lips twist in a discomfort that he may not want to explain just yet. He is still coming to terms with life and not death -- not yet -- and cracking jokes, though he wants to --
It still feels odd. Like a dream. Like something that can still be moved out of reach by inches.
The Inquisitor doesn't meet his gaze, and Felix slides his gaze off to the side and wipes blood- sticky fingers on a cloth, the grass underneath them spotted with red.