@placebceffect
He ran ALL the way home. Still panicky, paranoid the nurses and other demons were chasing him, he didn’t stop for a second, and made many eyes turn towards the man sprinting as if for his life. Felix pushed not one and not two strangers out if his way as his legs carried him without stopping, until a familiar face of Jacob popped up and at some point, he just decided to drag the boy with him—for whatever reason that might have been. With all honesty, he might have just been lonely, a part of him knowing that Beatrix wouldn’t miraculously change her mind and come back, and that despite them having a couple of pets, otherwise the apartment was EMPTY. He wasn’t sure he could handle the silence with energy making his skin v i b r a t e; although it could have been just another side affect and he was merely hallucinating.
Inside the home, once he left the poor boy in their living room, Felix soon disappeared and then REappeared with a bunch of stuff in his grip: single shoes, dresses, tops... They were all obviously Beatrix’s belongings, and Felix seemed to be even more distressed than ever. “LISTEN, literally NOTHING is real. N o t h i n g.”
The mentalist dropped everything on the floor, wide eyes turning to the younger boy and he stepped closer to grip his shoulders and shake him a little bit. “Trust NO ONE. They are ALL out to get you. Now come on, help me find the kerosene.”