Felix Caelus

He doesn't know what to say. Nothing that can change the truth of what Jim's saying. It's just that for all Jim gives himself a hard time for hiding from his problems, he's better than Felix at knowing when something just has to be faced up to.

"Sweet gods, I fucking hope not," is all he can think to mumble as he sinks back into the pillows. He doesn't want to talk about this to his uncle, to his brother, but he owes them... some explanation. There's so much he hasn't even told Jim about. Things he doesn't want to revisit himself.

He might have to, if he goes back to Rielle.

"Okay." His voice is barely above a whisper. "We'll do it your way."