Gideon tamps down any desire to frown back, keeping his face schooled in a solemn expression that approaches neutral. It takes no effort, but he suspects it will in a few minutes.
He doesn't want to have to ask this here and now, but he can read the demand in Felix's expression. Resisting the man's ephemeral desires can be a near-impossible task. Even now, after everything, part of him wants to give Felix the things he wants--the things that he should have, at least. Plenty of Felix's whims should be indulged by no one, least of all Felix Harrowgate.
:How did it happen?: he finally asks, never letting his gaze drift from Felix's. He stops walking; perhaps for him, this could be a conversation for an easy constitutional, but it isn't for Felix. :Who killed you?:
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He doesn't want to have to ask this here and now, but he can read the demand in Felix's expression. Resisting the man's ephemeral desires can be a near-impossible task. Even now, after everything, part of him wants to give Felix the things he wants--the things that he should have, at least. Plenty of Felix's whims should be indulged by no one, least of all Felix Harrowgate.
:How did it happen?: he finally asks, never letting his gaze drift from Felix's. He stops walking; perhaps for him, this could be a conversation for an easy constitutional, but it isn't for Felix. :Who killed you?: