[He can't help smiling a little bit at that, nodding. He agrees with what Feliks is saying, and he wants to be able to think like that too - he just needs to overcome the enemy in his own head first.]

[Feliks' hand in his feels good; small and warm and soft and safe, achoring him a little bit. He gives it a little squeeze, sighing.]

I'm really glad I don't, right now. They're really angry with me - I don't think I've ever seen them this angry before. At least father and uncle. Mother is just... upset.