“Yes- I’ve never even told anyone… about me,” he said after a moment as he slowly rolled over so that he was on his side, facing Wolf and looking perfectly comfortable as he smiled wide. “I date girls usually, because you’re supposed to… I mean, I’m supposed to, with the sports stuff,” he said, looking as if he really believed that. He wanted to touch Wolf again, but he had a feeling that would only lead to them making out again. “Why did you pick me? Tonight I mean- why did you bring me up?” he asked, his spine tingling a bit.
Felix honestly didn’t always know when to take a hint. But even if he’d known what Wolf’s mental battle plan had been, he still wouldn’t have left. He wanted to spend time with Wolf, just to be around him. He felt more comfortable than he had in years, even with his baby sister. Even with Lukas, as much as that hurt to admit. But Felix had a hard time liking Mao, finding him too loud and too… out there to really like him. Maybe if he’d befriended Mao first, before the Lukas-Mao… thing. Maybe then he’d be friends with Mao.
He wasn’t so outwardly ‘homophobic’ that he made comments to anyone’s face. But his face was always a dead give away, and being around flamboyantly gay people usually led to him looking like he swallowed a raw onion. That and he hated talking about it, it had probably ruined his reputation with Wolf’s friend.