felix finds you outside of a party, a drink in your hand, sitting on the grass. he knows you, but he's not sure if you remember him. that's okay, you have a busy life (maybe he's asked about you once or twice). his pride is only a little bit hurt, but there's comfort in the way you let him sit next to you and watch him curiously. his shirt is more expensive than anything you're wearing, but there's a tiny red stain on the neckline and a small cut under his eye that makes him look- well, real. sweet, even. felix smiles and the cut aches slightly with the stretch of his cheeks, but the way you smile back makes it bearable. he finds it hilarious that you clearly don't remember him, not in a cocky way- just genuinely funny. he rests his chin in his hand. "hey, it's you."