[@knifeman][@Arty Fox]

He didn’t say anything about a party. He didn’t want his apartment trashed. He was simply giving them a refuge for the moment until they could get their keys from the landlord. A snow leopard waltz in and starts another conversation he certainly wasn’t in the mood to have in the beginning. He looks at Devon with a long gaze.

“Not a party, a social hangout where people sit on a couch doing normal stuff like drinking coffee and talking about the world’s annihilation. And nihilistic philosophy about how all of this is meaningless in the grand scheme of the destiny for the universe we happen to so be living in currently,” Felix told her, it was meant to be a joke between the two of them. But the others were probably staring at him like he had lost his mind. Or that he was some counterculture depressive. He was none of those things. But this is why he didn’t like so many people around.

Because they took the things he said out of context. Would make preconceived judgments about his character based on something that belonged among friends. But he wasn’t going to stop talking to Devon in a certain way because of all these strangers either. Why should he filter himself for them? When they should be mature enough to know that wasn’t for them?

“Are we ready to get away from all of this?” Felix asked the Finch and Devon, looking at quite the crowd accumulating like dead skin cells.