( the following silence is predictable, especially after felix's goad calling him out on it. what's strange is that felix feels like he owes him this. mercy. a way out. a way back, away from the noose he's tied tight around the both of their throats. don't fucking follow me. there's nothing here but rot.
a good twelve hours later, once he's mostly sober and no longer on the verge of a splitting migraine: )
no subject
a good twelve hours later, once he's mostly sober and no longer on the verge of a splitting migraine: )
good boy
see you around terrence