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Trauma is something powerful. Something you think you overwhelm, just for it to come back. Felix is there, though. Always ready to sit there and listen to you, despite him aching to solve all of your problems. He knows that being analytical and trying to puzzle together a solution won't help much (it took a while for him to understand that, though), so he comforts you. Sometimes, when it's a bad day, you will see Felix scribbling into pages on his desk but watching you as you sink into the bed. He always finishes up what he is doing and joins you in bed.
Felix would brush the ends of your hair with his fingers, letting you know of his presence. You would turn to him, his eyes watching you, as his lips curl up. He is sitting up, his hair down, curling around his jaw as he pats the spot over his lap. You lay your head on him, looking up at him. You can see his hidden beauty marks from this view. Every single elegant one. He looks down at you, dazed out, and blushes. This always manages to make you laugh, which then starts the tears.
Felix will focus all his energy on making you feel safe as he caresses the sides of your face with his steady hands. Small shhs drip off his lips as you cry, casting out unanswerable questions. He knows how it feels when your heart feels cold. The feeling of a chilled pit that abruptly hits you. He doesn't want you to end up as he did in his past.
He is fine with whatever you want to do at this moment. Want a cuddle? To sit on his lap? Get him to hold Stella with you? Anything is possible.
If you decide to sit on his lap, he'll let you weep onto his shirt. He doesn't like the feeling of water dripping through his shirt, but for you? It's worth it to see you happy in the end.
Once you finish crying and letting out your grievances, he'll make you your favorite cup of tea with his magic (While holding you, of course. Skeleton butlers are so in this season.). Felix knows the basics of taking care of himself when he feels sad, so he passes it on to you.
Hydrate and eat at the least.
Sleep that night is the two of you snuggled up closely, facing each other as he holds your hand, petting you with his thumb.