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Feliks confessed on the same day as Toris' mother's funeral. It had come out shaky and perturbed but was a confession none the less. Toris blinked a few times and shook his head.
“I haven’t seen you in years,” he robotically replied, reading off a script in his mind.
“Yeah, I know, but.” Feliks’ voice shook with millions of frayed nerves.
“Years,” Toris repeated but revisiting his memories of sparkling blond hair he’d ran his fingers through once.
“Well. Whatever. I’m here if you need a shoulder to cry on.” Feliks tried to brush it off rather quickly.
Toris obliged.