[The pain and hurt was easily recognizeable in Feliks' eyes. It was the same look Waver had caught before-- a flash here or there when conversations made a certain turn-- but he had always let it go before. Whatever it was that had happened, Waver was going to respect Feliks' wish to not speak of it.

He wasn't aware of how widespread this information was, and Yuuna's words...]

...You don't look very fine right now, [he intoned, nodding gratefully at Yuuna for explaining. It was a terrible situation, one that he couldn't even imagine, but staying stuck in the same psychological place for so long was far from healthy.

It needed to stop.]

All that you look like you're doing is pushing people away and making it harder to live in a nosey city like this. Do you think that this is the kind of life that he'd want for you?

[The identity of who 'he' was should be apparent to anyone who knew more of the situation than Waver did.]