Felix looked off to the side. "Nothing important, don't worry about it." It was blatant that he, too, wasn't being entirely honest, but it wasn't out of spite or distrust. It was the same sort as the time he'd claimed he'd forgotten her sixteenth birthday, that he'd been hiding that he'd tried to put together a present.

And failed miserably.

But that was besides the point. "Today's my day off, anyway. I can get some rest later." He said with a yawn. "Besides, I just lost track of time working on something. That's all. Nothing to worry about... But you seem like something's worrying you." He said, leaning over the table. "Come on, it's still me, you know you can tell me anything." He whispered.