Felix woke the next morning to sunlight on his face. He stirred for a moment, blinking in the bright light, before suddenly sitting straight up in bed, the blanket falling down his torso and bunching at his waist. He stared down at it for a long moment, before slowly grabbing a handful of the blanket with one hand pulling it up, his eyes slowly adjusting to the bright light of the room.
Where was he..?
Slowly his mind started to reorder his thoughts, and he gently let himself remember the night before. Immediately his hand rose to his lips, feeling the smooth skin there, only a light stubble growing in already. He moved his hand to his hair, feeling the soft, short locks, no longer a tangle and wild mess of dirty long hair. He swung his legs off the bed and felt his side pull in a strange way, he lifted his shirt up to look down at a long thin scar that ran down his side. The skin was fresh over it, and pulled when he moved.
Finding his footing, Felix stood up and stretched, wincing at the pain in his side again, before carefully going to the door and pressing his ear against it. After hearing no noise, he pushed it open and looked up and down the hallway, gathering his bearings before heading to the stairs, walking as softly as possible down into the front room.
Sophia lay fast asleep on the couch, a book resting half open on her lap, a blanket on top of her. She had obviously fallen asleep like that last night after Felix's mind had turned off. Slowly Felix approached her and sat down next to her, reaching out and touching the cold, soft skin of her hand. Carefully lifting it to his lips and inhaling slightly before touching his lips to her skin. He let go of her hand and stood up, grabbing a piece of pizza and eating it slowly, his mind in a whirl.
He didn't know what happened last night, he simply remembered giving up and passing out. His mind had shut off to spare him more pain, and his muscles had relaxed, letting her move him up to a bed and help him relax. This woman was willing to put her life on the line to save a man who had once had her strapped to a table and had tortured her. Had tortured her friends and family, had done unspeakable things.
Yet she was comfortable enough to sleep in his presence. She was either an idiot or was really just that good.
Felix stared at her a moment longer, before finishing the slice of pizza and standing up, moving to the door he knew led to the greenhouse. Without so much as thinking about it, he pulled on an apron and set about watering the plants, moving from one pot to the next and carefully giving it just the right amount of water, as though he had done this his whole life.