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💊[color=FFD700][u][b]Location:[/b][/u][/color] Warehouse District - Felix's loft.
💊[color=FFD700][u][b]Interactions:[/b][/u][/color] None.
💊[color=FFD700][u][b]Time:[/b][/u][/color] Evening.
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His satchel hit the floor with a thud as the door slammed shut behind him. Felix massaged his temples as his keys fell into the bowl on the sideboard and he kicked off his shoes. It had been one hell of a Monday. He’d had meetings before school, lunchtime duties, meetings after school and then a set of papers to grade before he made it home. As he set his groceries down in the kitchen he couldn’t help his thoughts once again returning to what he’d heard two of his colleagues laughing about as they’d left the staff lounge - Connor Everest’s fingers being unable to use a touch screen. He had been infuriated. How dare they? A carton of oat milk crumpled slightly as it felt his frustration. What if a student had a disability that prevented them using one…? They’d never dare laugh about that. But a Variant… Apparently that was a different matter. If only he could help...

With his tote still half full of groceries he quickly dashed back to the sideboard in the hall to that mystery drawer that everyone seemed to own. The drawer with keys to long lost locks, chargers for devices long since garbage and those odds and ends, dice, playing cards, cocktail sticks, and a pack of styluses from his old iPad. With a smile, he slipped the packet into his satchel to take to work tomorrow. That should solve that problem. 

A quick fix of homemade chicken pasta salad and he settled down with a glass of wine with his most recent textbook. Over the last few months, he had slowly amassed a collection that wouldn’t have looked amiss if both a medical and a veterinary student were roommates. He’d found his powers were far more effective when combined with actual medical knowledge of the human (or otherwise) body. An hour later and he’d learnt enough about the liver for a Monday evening, well at least enough to know how to fix it real quick if he needed. 

After a quick tidy, the last dish went into the drying rack, he emptied the sink and was suddenly struck by the emptiness of his flat again. He'd been feeling it more and more the past few weeks. He'd filled his time with work, exercise and now moonlighting as a vigilante to completely avoid being left in solitude with only his darkest memories to haunt him... Maybe he should get a roommate? But until he stopped waking in the middle of the night in cold sweats crying out loud that probably wasn't an option...

If he wanted to head out tonight he could still do some rounds of the Shanty. But he’d had no tip-offs from any of his sources. His other option was the local animal shelter where he was practising his non-human healing, but they would still be too busy for him after their open adoption weekend. He needed something to exhaust either his body or mind to at least try and ensure some semblance of a night's sleep. 

Ten minutes later he was leaving the apartment. Clad head to toe in black with his disco running playlist pumping in his ears, Felix headed down the road for a run around the block. Sometimes he found someone to help, other times it was just a bit of exercise. Either way, he desperately hoped he'd sleep better tonight without seeing Matt's anguished face on repeat.