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His True Age
When Felix was certain that everyone on the ship was sound asleep, Felix climbed out of bed and quietly slipped out of his room and down the hall. He knew that everyone's actions earlier that day had upset Picard, and that made the teen feel bad even though he gave no response when asked about the matter of the Lemurian's age.
Climbing up the stairs and opening the door that led to the deck, Felix's chocolate brown eyes quickly scanned the ship in search of the blue-haired Lemurian. His eyes softened a bit when he spotted him leaning against the wooden railing of the old ship, staring out at the ever-lasting ocean.
Just as quietly as he had snuck out out of his room, Felix approached the older man, back leaning against the railing next to Picard. They stood there, silent for several minutes before Felix decided to break the silence.
"I'm sorry about earlier today. It was wrong for them to ask how you are." Felix spoke softly, though loud enough to be heard.
"It's all right," Picard allowed himself a slight smile despite himself, "People are naturally curious, so the question was bound to be asked sooner or later."
"But still, they just kept pressing the question onto you. I'll admit that I'm curious as well, but..."
Picard's smile slightly widened and reached over to silence Felix by placing a finger against soft lips before the teen could think of anything else to say.
Confused, Felix blinked down at the finger silencing him. When he looked up, he couldn't help but notice how... soft Picard's features were in the moonlight. He looked... almost like an angel, and his elegant long hair and kind heart only made that comparison seem more true than false.
"It's okay, Felix. There's no need for you to apologize." Picard him a reassuring smile as he removed his finger from his lips, moving his hand to the side to brush a few brown locks behind the teen's ear, caressing his cheek as he did so.
The Venus adept flushed slightly at the contact, but leaned into the touch with a small smile of his own. He still felt guilty that he didn't tell his friends and fellow comrades that the subject of Picard's age was a rather inappropriate one, but now he did feel a bit better since the adept in front of him wasn't so hung-up about it.
"I think I'll tell you how old I am. I know I can trust you." Picard offered the younger adept another reassuring smile when he opened his mouth to say something.
Leaning over, Picard whispered his age into Felix's ear as waves crashed against the side of the ship, the sound of crashing water drowning out the light sound of Picard's voice in Felix's ear.