ouch. who would’ve thought that a night of partying would end up in bloodshed?

no joke, you were quite literally bleeding, and it was all thanks to felix. due to his lack of self-awareness, he had managed to accidentally knock his elbow right into your nose. who would’ve thought that felix catton himself would injure poor little you, you lucky dog? ironically, you didn’t feel so lucky to begin with.

and, in all honesty, it hurt like a real motherfuc—

thanks to the concerning amount of alcohol you already consumed—damn those jägerbombs—you could barely register what was happening until you felt a sudden tug to your shoulder, and before you know it, felix is taking you to the nearest bathroom he could find in order to… well, help you.

surprising, no?

despite the fact that he wasn’t in the fittest of states as a result of his overindulgence with… well, everything, he clearly cared about the fact that he had, essentially, hurt you. maybe he wasn’t the pretentious arsehole you made him out to be.

maybe. just maybe.

“shit, mate, i’m so, so sorry,” he slurred, nervously fiddling with the cigarette perched between his lips as used the sleeve of his shirt as a makeshift tissue for your nose. “i wasn’t looking where i was going. are you alright, love?”