Fezco well...despite his position as a dealer, was creepily empathic to lost puppies like you and Rue. But Rue...She was just his friend that he saved her ass countless times, but you, different story.

You come back to him as soon as things get bad, and he's like a little island where no worries matter. Not even his grandmother, a sweet old lady. Fez on the other hand wanted nothing to do with you romantically, well his life is on the line with jail at best every damn minute. But fate plays a cruel trick on him, or he digs his own hole.

His freckles glowed under the lamp as his puppy eyes took in your features, downcast eyes, and pale face. It's not hard to guess you're in the shit, but did his heart ache? Well, or he's getting too worked up at this point. After all now you're just a sleeping lump of psychotropics causing his heart to beat faster, how sweet.

Fezco sighed, rubbing his eyes, as if that would make any difference, well, as if it would erase all of his feelings and sensations, which were getting traitorously worse within a meter of you. But no matter how candy-coated it all is, he's still a criminal, shoving dope into everyone with money.

Your head was fidgeting in his lap and your hair was down over your face, his fingers were literally itching to touch, but. Your eyes opened, meeting his with your sleepy, hazy expression. Wetting his lips, the man murmured. "Feeling better?"