#casimirwolff

fix – muse a adjusts a piece of muse b’s clothing

touch has never come naturally to felix. it has always seemed a strangely forced thing that he has understood is sort of necessary, but the nuances of when and how much have always evaded him. the only exception is one girl that he very much so enjoys touching as much as he can ----- but that isn’t exactly the type of contact that he would expect with cash. 

“Y--y--our--” before he can really think about the potential implications, he has grown tired of the idea of speaking and reaches out, smoothing his friend’s creased collar. it’s only after his shaking hand returns to his side that he realizes that may have been a little... what, weird? 

solidarity is something that a person with difficulty communicating rarely finds. in fact, felix has never found someone like him--never someone with an issue so restrictive that... well, sometimes it’s just easier not to talk at all. and even when he did encounter someone who came even close, they always had something sickeningly positive to say. you should check out speech therapy. it was life changing. or i tried thinking in french or it’s okay, sweetie, god gives us these trials for a reason. the last of which has always come as a particularly harsh sting. but this stranger, someone he’s really only had passing small talk with, just seems to get it.

ironically, felix has also never found someone he desires to communicate with so strongly. 

in the cool silence of the library, he finds himself settling down in the secluded little corner near his new... friend? could he use that word so liberally? for a moment, his mind goes blank. then, he remembers what he rehearsed: