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Teddy plopped down at the table he was currently cleaning, resting her chin on her hands. "I'll be honest, it is strange seeing you as a bus boy," she murmured. Her eyes fell on his phone in his pocket and she snagged it before he had the chance to stop her. "I know you must hate us now, but you can't wallow in self pity forever." They messed with his phone until they figured out the password and unlocked it, finding his contact list quickly, adding their number, and texting it to themself. "I mean, seriously, Felix, do you even get out?"
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Felix’s jaw clenched. He snatched for his phone, but Teddy was too quick; her refusal to take a hint was infuriating. “Give it back, Teddy. I mean it.”
Felix scowled, brows furrowing over sharp, tired eyes. There was still a wildness to him, something that didn’t fit in Granny’s uniform or the mundane motions of busing tables. “You think this is funny?” he snapped, voice low. “You have no idea what it’s like being stuck here, pretending this is normal.”
He snatched the phone back when she finally relented, shoving it deep into his pocket. “Maybe I wasn’t meant for any of it,” he muttered, almost to himself. “But I don’t hate you, Teddy. I just don’t know how to be around any of you anymore.”
Felix let out a humorless laugh, the sound rough and short. "Out? Sure, if you count the alley behind Granny's for a smoke break. Otherwise, not much point." He flicked a crumb from the table, gaze drifting toward the window but not really seeing anything. "Never really felt like there was anywhere to go."
He turned away, busying himself with another table, shoulders tense beneath the ill-fitting uniform, jaw set in a line that dared her to press further.
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