Felix Caelus

Felix has seen Jim lose his temper before. But the crash of turbulent emotions doesn't come. Jim swallows down the bile filled words he wants to hurl while he paces their quarters. It's taking everything he has not to turn mean instead, to hurt Felix as deeply as he can with his words. Anything that might lead to an actual fight.

Bruises Jim can handle. Hell, a broken bone can be mended. This? This awful ache and knifing pain in his chest and stomach? This is not the kind of pain Jim has ever been good at handling. Felix is hurt and moreover he has never once actually taken the bait when Jim has tried to goad him into a fight before. The last thing Jim wants to do is see his husband's face twist in agony. Especially not when he's the cause.

Which leaves Jim near bursting with anger he has no outlet for. Hurt he doesn't want to give a voice to.

"Then what the fuck did we even swear vows for...?" When Jim turns round to look back at their bed his face is tight with held back emotion.