This blows.

[skewedeyes]

If someone met Felix several months ago - or a month ago, even, he's hardly recognizable. He's made himself invisible, and has managed fairly well, but at this point he's sitting downstairs, tense and curled into himself, red hair all over his face and twitching at small noises, distant and lost in memory.

They aren't good ones, either.

But he's still resisting the urge to drink something.