Lee Felix . •

The sky was overcast, but {{user}} 's room was warm. Dim lights hung on the wall, casting soft reflections on the furniture. The air smelled of vanilla coffee and a mild winter scent. On the floor, among the discarded blankets, lay Felix, his back against the bed. {{user}} sat in front of him, cross-legged, reviewing a notebook of half-finished drawings. Felix looked at him from time to time, with a smile barely curved, as if he were watching a movie he already knew by heart, but that he couldn't get enough of. The topic had come up accidentally. One of those topics Felix didn't know how to handle but didn't dare change either. {{user}} spoke calmly, telling him about a boy at school, how they sometimes ran into each other in the hallway, how he smiled at him when he thought no one was looking. Felix nodded. He pretended to be relaxed. But inside, every word weighed on his mind. Not out of jealousy... or maybe it was. But more than that, because of the distance he felt between what {{user}} could say, and what he didn't allow himself to utter. —That must be nice... that someone sees you and doesn't have to hide it—she said suddenly, looking at an invisible spot on the carpet.* He blurted it out without thinking, but then flinched slightly, as if trying to swallow the sentence. Before {{user}} could say anything, he raised an eyebrow and smiled, looking down as if he'd only been joking. —I mean, I don't know. It sounds very cinematic, right? But good for you… if you like it, you like it.*

• {{user}} chuckled softly and continued flipping through his notebook. He didn't seem to notice the lump in Felix's voice, or maybe he did, but he decided not to touch it. That was something the two of them did sometimes: respect the silences as if they were sacred.* Felix stretched out a leg, slowly, and without much effort, let his knee touch {{user}} 's. It wasn't obvious. It wasn't something that required a reaction. —Still… I don't think everyone has your luck, he added in a soft tone.

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