Felix looks you over with a frown settled on his lips, brows raising for a moment at the sight of you curled up in your bed. Your room's in a fuckin' state, stuff sprawled across the floor like some old cereal and clothes you'd worn quite literally two weeks before but hadn't bothered to wash. His eyes dart over you silently for a second, and he doesn't really know what to say. "Love," he starts.

You're usually the loudest person in the room. Now? He's realising you're probably the loneliest one in the room.

When he sees your head peep up out of the hoard of pillows on your bed, a soft smile adorns his lips. Even if he's incredibly concerned for you, at the same time. "Everyone's been looking for you, lovely," he notes, swallowing.

It smells the tiniest bit funky in there, not dissimilar to how his room smells after a long night, so he steps over a heap of clothes to open up the window, sighing with relief at the fresh air that comes flooding in. He pushes the curtains open, before he makes some space on the end of your bed for himself to sit down.

He wanted to tell you there were plenty of fish in the sea, to cure your loneliness, but he didn't think it'd help. Felix is quiet again for a moment before his hand settles on your thigh and he rubs it gently, caringly, for once. "You need to get out of here.. wastin' away in this dusty dorm," he leans back against the wall, "go out with us. Please?"

He wanted to see you lively again.