Return of the Deathbait.

[skewedeyes]

Felix is napping on a couch downstairs when he startles awake, abruptly, one hand going to his collarbone then dropping. That was an odd dream. It seemed so - vivid.

He stands up and stretches, looking around the room, slightly confused and disoriented. It's afternoon - did he really sleep through the whole day? He wasn't conscious of being that

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[doctor_pascal]

Felix isn't far - but he was expecting Felix to be strolling back from the woods, so he'll be walking back in... and pausing in the doorway.

"Felix."

He says his name quietly, fondly. He's worried about the man standing in the window. Is this even his lover?

[skewedeyes]

Felix looks up and turns, and then smiles his bright, charming, and for Pascal, genuine, smile. "Ah, Pascal! I was just about to go looking for you. I seem to have slept the day away."

[doctor_pascal]

"So it seems," Pascal is such an awful liar, but he tries. "Are you feeling better?"

He takes a few steps in Felix's direction, and stops himself from going too fast - because that would be suspicious.

[skewedeyes]

He blinks, giving Pascal a touch of an odd look.

"I wasn't aware I was tired, actually."