[ Well. It's not laughing. But this reaction - the anger and frustration in his voice, the way he withdraws after his outburst - feels worse. Ashe is sure having a giant weight dropped on his chest would hurt less.
He rises to his knees before Felix, hesitant. Should he reach through this wall he's formed around himself, or keep his distance? ]
Felix...
[ He goes for the former, resting his hand gently against his arm. His thumb brushes against him in a motion Ashe hopes is soothing. ] Felix, what's wrong?
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He rises to his knees before Felix, hesitant. Should he reach through this wall he's formed around himself, or keep his distance? ]
Felix...
[ He goes for the former, resting his hand gently against his arm. His thumb brushes against him in a motion Ashe hopes is soothing. ] Felix, what's wrong?