[ Felix freezes, doing his best moa in the headlights impression. And since he is a good actor and spent a considerable portion of his formative years around the big dumb birds, he's actually pretty good at it. All wide eyes and long neck and the mistaken idea that if he doesn't move out of the middle of the road, he won't get run over by the vehicle barreling over the hill. ]
Um...
[ The noise just kind of leaks out of his mouth, vague and desperately searching for an answer that isn't the truth. Because the truth probably isn't what Locus wants to hear. The truth is weak and sentimental and fucking stupid for who and what they are. Except Locus has made a pretty big stink about wanting the truth instead of the half-truths, little white lies, and the humongous fluorescent lies.
Son of a bitch. ]
No. [ His gaze skitters to the side, shifty and a little panicked. ] It wasn't just sex. I mean, don't get me wrong, there was a lot of sex. A lot. At least once a day. Especially when you were wearing those tight work pants...
[ Sensing the impending derailment of the conversation, Felix hauls himself back from the precipice of extolling the virtues of Locus' ass and clears his throat. It takes some willpower, but he makes himself look at him. It's quick and furtive, darting glances at him like he's afraid he's going to bolt. ]
No, okay, look. I used to think maybe we'd get enough money to buy some place, like an island or a moon or whatever. Maybe not retire retire, but have so much money we wouldn't have to work unless we wanted to. And we'd just—We'd be together. You know, like... Not just fucking. That too, but we'd—You know. [ Ever so subtly, he hunches his shoulders in defense as he mutters; ] It worked for Mason and Megan.
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Um...
[ The noise just kind of leaks out of his mouth, vague and desperately searching for an answer that isn't the truth. Because the truth probably isn't what Locus wants to hear. The truth is weak and sentimental and fucking stupid for who and what they are. Except Locus has made a pretty big stink about wanting the truth instead of the half-truths, little white lies, and the humongous fluorescent lies.
Son of a bitch. ]
No. [ His gaze skitters to the side, shifty and a little panicked. ] It wasn't just sex. I mean, don't get me wrong, there was a lot of sex. A lot. At least once a day. Especially when you were wearing those tight work pants...
[ Sensing the impending derailment of the conversation, Felix hauls himself back from the precipice of extolling the virtues of Locus' ass and clears his throat. It takes some willpower, but he makes himself look at him. It's quick and furtive, darting glances at him like he's afraid he's going to bolt. ]
No, okay, look. I used to think maybe we'd get enough money to buy some place, like an island or a moon or whatever. Maybe not retire retire, but have so much money we wouldn't have to work unless we wanted to. And we'd just—We'd be together. You know, like... Not just fucking. That too, but we'd—You know. [ Ever so subtly, he hunches his shoulders in defense as he mutters; ] It worked for Mason and Megan.