Felix sat on the edge of the sofa, elbows braced against his knees, his hands loosely clasped together. He wasn't staring at anything in particular but his gaze had fixed on the muted reflection of the window glass, where the faint outline of Katherine moved in and out of view. She was in the kitchen, speaking in low tones, her voice rising just slightly as she urged Leonard to eat something.
Felix's jaw tightened. He could hear the weariness in her words, the worry she was trying to disguise under the guise of practicality. Every syllable tugged at him with the same irritation he had felt this morning when saw Leonard and Katherine on her bed.
