[ Truthfully Locus doesn't see himself as good-looking or rancid. He sees nothing and can't understand why Felix thinks he's something worth getting jealous over. Having that scar on his face makes it feel like he's definitely nothing to look at. Then again, he's never really been placed in a situation to feel jealousy, so he doesn't know. Maybe he'd get jealous if he noticed people trying to move in on Felix.

Is it possible people have and he just has no idea?

No, probably not. Felix is a lot of things, but he's not looking anywhere else.

He snorts a very soft sound that's, well, amusement. There's no other way to explain it. Locus doesn't laugh a lot, but it's still something that can happen. Once or twice a year. ]

No you don't. You got jealous just today when I was counting with Traci. Your friend. Who has "appreciated" me.

[ And just the way he says that means that: yes, he's heard the gossip sessions she and Felix have.

He turns around but doesn't move away. Likely he should and wash his hands off so they're less sticky and gross. But, that gives him time away from the moment and he's trying to live inside those, think less and act more. That's why he leans in, leaving both hands settled on Felix's pants, and presses a lingering kiss against Felix's mouth. ]

Thanks.

[ For the sap cleaning. It's a low murmur against his lips before Locus does pull away then. His hands stick a little to Felix's pants but he gets them off and moves over to the sink to wash up. Not feeling awkward at all. ]