Luka's eyes were wide as the realisation of what had just happened hit him. He nervously wet his lips as he watched the other boy react, his own heartbeat thumping loudly in his ears as a surge of adrenaline pushed through his body, though he quickly attempted to school his features into something more nonchalant.
Once he was certain that he appeared as calm as he could, Luka bridged the gap between himself and Felix. Stopping in front of the other boy, he reached around and focused on pulling the knives from the wall, pointedly leaving a gap between their bodies as he did so. "If I was upset with you," he began, eyes flickering between Felix's own and the knife buried above his head. "I wouldn't have missed." Then, after he had retrieved both knives from the wall, Luka took several steps backwards before returning to his previous position in the middle of the room.