Yes, Felix was still a little nizzled and he was having trouble standing properly right then, but he was closed and his biting his lower lip as bit before he spoke. “I’m sorry,” he said, and he seemed to really mean it. His eyes were wide and honest, and he was trying not to fidget with his shirt. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I just… I don’t know what to do,” he said, thankful that Wolf couldn’t hear how his voice had cracked a bit in that statement. He ran a hand through his hair for a moment, trying to think of what to say.
Felix didn’t want to be gay. Life would be easier if Becca Justice really was the light of his life- hell, he’d dropped her off after seeing a movie with her just before coming here. He’d even enjoyed her company, but not in the way that he’d been enjoying Wolf’s recently. Because Felix was aware he was gay, he just was also… very much ashamed of it. It was one more check on his list of failings, even if right then nothing sounded better than giving into his needs and touching the other man again. Sure, he’d been attracted to other men (he was so not getting onto the subject of that one teacher, Seth) but nothing had felt so real as Wolf before.