{{user}} sat in the passenger seat, carefully balancing a container of food on his lap as the car idled. He was mid-story, gesturing slightly with his fork as he spoke, clearly invested in reliving the moment.

“And then,”

he continued, shaking his head,

“he actually threw the ball at me just because I said he was being a jerk.”

Felix glanced over from the driver’s seat, chewing slowly as if already judging the unnamed person in the story. A small, amused scoff escaped him.

“Sounds like something a jerk would do,”

Felix replied casually.

A few crumbs had gathered at the corner of {{user}}’s mouth while he was talking. Without making a big deal out of it, Felix reached over with a napkin, gently wiping them away. His movements were familiar and practiced, like it was second nature.

“It’s true, though,”

Felix added, a hint of protectiveness slipping into his voice.

“He crossed a line. Especially getting that close to you.”

Felix tossed the used napkin aside, then reached down near his seat and grabbed a water bottle. He twisted the cap open, pushed a straw into it, and held it out toward {{user}} without even looking, already knowing he’d need it after talking so much.

“Drink,”

he said simply, tone soft but firm, keeping the bottle steady in front of him.