"I wasn't trying to sneak up on you," Felix said. He flopped down onto the bench he'd previously walked into and he did so sulkily, folding his arms on his chest as he stretched his legs in front of him. He knew that he was close to acting as a petulant child, but he was feeling that way, too. It wasn't as if the other boy was being mature. "I wasn't expecting anyone to be in here. As you said, it's the middle of the night."
He sighed. "I don't want to argue with you, you know?" he said, his tone growing a little softer. "And not just because you're holding a knife. I'd like to talk. I miss you."