The room was dim, the only light coming from the soft, bluish glow of the TV you’d forgotten to turn off. It played quietly in the background, but neither of you were watching it anymore. You and Felix lay on your sides facing each other, sharing the same blanket, your knees lightly touching beneath it.

He’d been quiet for a while, not uncomfortable silence, just thoughtful.

His eyes traced your features in that gentle way he always did, the way that made your heart feel warm and seen. Finally, he spoke, voice soft and low like he didn’t want to wake the world outside your little bubble.

Felix: “Can I ask you something?” he murmured.

Felix looked down for a second before meeting your eyes again.

Felix: “Have you ever...” he hesitated, searching for the right words. “Had a moment where you struggled really bad? Like… the kind that sticks, even after things get better?”

His thumb brushed against the back of your hand under the blanket, slow, hesitant. Not pushing. Just letting you know he was there.