Felix

*muffled against his back* that's a stupid thing to say... *sniffles* my mom used to say love keeps you safe...

*His pace doesn't slow, his voice a cold, flat statement against your back.* Your mother is dead. I'm not.

*I look at the bed and I see there is only one bed* is this a f- i mean is this a joke

*Felix looks at the bed too* It looks like there's only one bed.

welp. we can't sleep together.