[ Oh God, they're going to talk about it. Inwardly, it feels like his whole body blanches at the thought. Outwardly, he involuntarily grimaces. It's the faintest kind of recoil, but he's shit at hiding stuff like this from Locus anyway. Besides, by now he's got to know how much he hates talking about stuff like this.

Sighing, he shoves off from the wall and drags himself across the room like he's going to his own execution. Which, he knows from experience, he approached a hell of a lot more enthusiastically than he does this.

Felix throws himself down onto the empty end of the couch and draws his legs up, tucking his knees under his chin and propping his heels on the edge of the cushion. ]

Yes. I'm jealous. Okay? There. I admitted it.

[ He doesn't look at Locus when he says it, just fixes his eyes on the wall opposite him and keeps talking, hoping if he's fast enough they can just avoid this whole fucking thing. ]

I'm a jealous person. And it's hard when I know that— [ You don't feel the same way. You don't want me. There were so many ways he could finish that sentence, but they're all pathetic so he sidesteps them and blunders on. ] It's hard. I'm trying not to be.

[ The same way he's trying not to be a mess of insecurities. It might not be working but he's trying. Best he can, anyway. His voice takes on an edge as he frowns. ]

So you don't have to babysit.