Feliks was sitting in his room with a sigh. His door was closed and locked, like he did much of the times he felt like he might take a trip out into the night as Victoria or well whatever he decided to do. Tonight though he was sitting there looking at himself in the mirror. The tips of his fingers brushed his lips with a visible blush on his cheeks over his encounter last night with Plou. The ex-knight had called him handsome and kissed him.

His mind was churning over the bruises the other had incurred and the wonderment of how they had gotten there. Though, Feliks' mind was also on how prefect the other man looked beyond the bruising and scars. He sat there playing with his hair trying different styles as he fussed and frowned heavily trying to figure out what to do. He was use to doing his sisters' hair but it wasn't ever his own. His mind continued to flit through the conversation him and Asha had had. About how Asha didn't know his family, if he had one when he was a knight, he knew he had friends . . . surely he'd had family too. Family that missed him even if he couldn't remember who they were.

Feliks shifted, as his thoughts flickered to his teammates, he hadn't seen them in a while, hadn't talked to anyone. Surely they were all okay. Maybe busy? He should try to contact them but at the same time. What would he say? How would he tell them he was kissed by a negaverse agent? Kissed by another man and well . . . Feliks couldn't say he didn't like it.

He shifted again uncomfortably before getting up. He needed some air, and out he slipped into the night. Powering up once safely away from the house and he moved to walk in the park and watch the moon shine over the nearby lake. His arms crossed over his chest as he stood there watching a few brave couples stroll in the moonlight. Feliks had never put any ideas of a relationship to thought or for that matter if he'd actually kiss someone. He was too busy worrying about his family. Avoiding powering up unless he had someone to go with him, usually unless he had to power up. . .

The whole world felt so lonely. He stood there as his eyes fell down to the ground. "Why am I so lonely in this whole world?" He asked no one in particular. "Everything I do is for my family or someone else . . . is it so wrong? Am I focusing too much on them? Should I focus more on myself?" He looked up towards the sky, "What should I do? I . . . don't want to be lonely anymore. Even in a house full of people I feel like I'm the only one sometimes . . . Can you tell me? Wasn't this life suppose to be different?" He asked, looking in the sky foolishly knowing he couldn't see his asteroid from here. He didn't want to visit. Not now.

He didn't like what he saw there either, he was lonely there too. Something in the pit of his stomach wanted to run away. Just turn his back and forget everything. . . But he couldn't. He sighed sinking to the ground sitting on his knees. "I-I can't leave." He whispered looking sadly towards the lake from where he was watching the ripples of the moon as tears fell. "I couldn't even if I wanted too. I have too much responsibility here. . . " He didn't want to continue to be lonely. . . but what else could he do?

It wasn't like there was an answer to his lonely-ness. The talk with Plou, the kiss. It was something, it was nice, it filled Victoira with wonder, but that's all it was. "I'd. . . take pity on myself." He murrmured.