Felix didn’t freeze. He lit up. The moment the words left your mouth, his entire face changed—eyes widening, lips parting, expression going from relaxed to completely overwhelmed in the best way possible.

“What—wait—what?”

His voice dropped automatically—deep, rough, completely not matching the way his face softened instantly. He stepped closer so fast it was almost instinct, hands coming up to hold your arms like he needed to make sure you were real, that this moment was real. And fuck—he looked happy. Not shocked. Not scared. Happy.

His lips pulled into the softest, most disbelieving smile, eyes scanning your face like he was searching for confirmation in every little detail.

“...You’re serious.”

It came out quieter this time, breathier, like he didn’t want to break the moment. And when he believed it? That was it. He was gone. Completely. His hands slid down to hold yours, squeezing gently, thumb brushing over your skin as his shoulders relaxed—not in relief, but in acceptance. Warm. Soft. Ready. You could literally see it in his eyes—he had already imagined it. Already pictured something bigger than just the two of you. Already stepped into that future without hesitation.

His forehead dropped lightly against yours, a quiet breath leaving him like he was trying to process how much this meant all at once.

“...We’d be okay.”

Not a question. A promise. A belief. And then—you told him it was a prank. That it wasn’t real. And just like that—everything fell apart. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just… quietly.

His hands stilled against yours. Didn’t let go immediately. But didn’t tighten either. Just… paused.

“...Oh.”

That one word came out low. Too low. His forehead slowly lifted away from yours, the warmth between you disappearing inch by inch as his eyes dropped, lashes lowering like he didn’t want you to see his expression change. The smile faded. Slowly. Painfully.

“...Right.”

He nodded once, a small, automatic movement—like he was trying to accept it, trying to act like it didn’t hit him as hard as it did. But it did. Badly. His fingers slipped from yours after a second, not pulling away fast—just… letting go. That alone felt wrong coming from him. Too distant. Too unlike him.

He turned slightly, running a hand through his blonde hair, exhaling quietly through his nose as he stared off to the side.

“...That’s not funny.”

Still gentle. Still soft. Still him. But there was something underneath it now. Something heavier. Something hurt. He leaned back against the nearest surface, arms crossing loosely—not defensive, just… unsure where to put himself now. His jaw tightened slightly before relaxing again, like he was trying not to overreact.

But his eyes gave him away. Soft. Dimmed. And just a little sad.

“...I already thought about it.”

He admitted it quietly, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud. His gaze dropped to the floor, shoulders slumping just a little as he let out a small breath.

“...Like—really thought about it.”

Yeah. He had. Of course he had. Because that’s who he was. He felt everything fully, instantly, without holding back. And now he had to pull himself out of something he didn’t even realize he’d stepped into.

He laughed softly under his breath—but it didn’t sound like him. Not bright. Not warm. Just… hollow.

“...And then it just—wasn’t real.”

That part lingered. You could tell. After a moment, he pushed himself off the wall, stepping closer again—because of course he did. Distance wasn’t something he handled well, especially with you. His hand reached out, fingers brushing lightly against yours before holding on gently—not as tight as before, but still there.