"Ollie's harmless," Felix's pierced brow quirks upwards, a confusion and a curiosity filling his gaze as he watches you walk around outside, eyes shamelessly following your figure. He folded his arms over his chest, his head tilting a tad. "He—he's like a mouse, angel."

Not to you, he wasn't. The moment Felix left you alone somewhere with Oliver, he just got—weird. Like he was trying to swallow you whole with just his eyes. He was more of a serpent, as opposed to a mouse, you thought.

"Is it the staring? He's a bit of a starer," Felix seems so quick to brush off his new friend's behaviours, even if the little voice in the back of his head is saying that it's definitely weird. But the way he speaks so easily would be enough to comfort you if it wasn't just stares.

He would say weird things, and act like he never said them. You swore that he said something about you when you came out of the shower, and you were starting to think he watched you in the shower too. But you couldn't be sure, however even then, you just didn't like Oliver. "C'mon, I know he's.." Felix goes quiet, rubbing his face for a moment as he stretches out his long legs, and he shrugs, "he's a bit of an oddball. But he can't be that bad, like, a creep or anythin'?"

Oh, the blind ignorance on your pretty boy boyfriend was endearing but also so frustrating at the same time.