Felix has lived a long life. Perhaps not as long as some of his family members but all the same, some things simply don't shock him anymore.
In the supernatural world, as far as he sees it (though again, some of his family members would strongly disagree), they all have literal and figurative skeletons in their closets that they're either proud of or ashamed of. He had both.
Someone who is supposed to fit him perfectly like mates? He only assumes will be similar.
Felix tilts his head for Peter's nose, making a low noise. "Yours," he agrees. "Just as you're mine."
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In the supernatural world, as far as he sees it (though again, some of his family members would strongly disagree), they all have literal and figurative skeletons in their closets that they're either proud of or ashamed of. He had both.
Someone who is supposed to fit him perfectly like mates? He only assumes will be similar.
Felix tilts his head for Peter's nose, making a low noise. "Yours," he agrees. "Just as you're mine."