"He is. That's what worries me." But he tilts into the touch, allowing those chilled fingers to soothe away the throb. Most of the time it seems like background noise, a discomfort he can ignore if he pushes him down hard enough, but some days...

Felix considers this question with a great about of gravity, folding his arms and considering. Eating? Drinking? Jacking off? The possibilities are all there, but he knows what he misses most. "Honestly? I just want to get back into the fight. I'm in my prime, you know? There's still so much I can do. But yeah, fat chance, I know. I'm still in the time-out corner because you two don't trust me."