a/n: last day of holiday so from now on, updates will be less regular. sorry 'bout that. thanks to the lovely reviewers, you really do encourage me to keep writing. so here's a chapter in pewds' pov, as requested- not too much happens, just feeeeeeelings and stuff. maybe if i get a couple of good reviews i'll update? :3

Regrets. Felix never had any, until now. He regrets subtly flirting with his best friend. He regrets taking him to a club and allowing him to get so drunk he struggled to stand. Worst of all, he regrets kissing him on a complete impulse. He now doesn't know what he was thinking. All he can recall is meeting Cry's grey eyes, that seemed to scream at him 'kiss me'. Now he's wondering whether it was all a figment of imagination, conjured up by an overactive mind, fuelled by drink. Felix knows he'd had more than is legal for him to drive, more than he expected to have. But he got caught up in it all, the pulsing energy that ran through him, was too addictive for him to stop. He got caught up in the deafening noise, the cheers of people, lost count as he drained glass after glass.

But Felix is a heavyweight. He's had years of experience of drinking, too many hangovers to remember as a reminder not to push himself past his limit. He's not like Cry, he knows that. Cry's frame is smaller than his- and so naturally- not able to withstand as many drinks as he can. He remembers feeling guilty when he realised he'd forgotten about Cry, and went to seek him out. Fortunately it wasn't too difficult, Felix has spent so much time with him Cry is engrained into his brain. He'd recognise those flecked brown eyes and smile anywhere. Not to mention his husky voice.

When he found Cry it came as a shock. Dancing with a stranger, the stranger's arms wrapped tightly around his waist, like a proclamation Cry was his to own and nobody else's. It irked Felix, he'll admit. He didn't like to see his best friend dancing with a man he barely knew, not to mention the way the man was eyeing him. The look in his eyes was predatory, and it set off warning bells in his head. He wouldn't simply sit there and watch as Cry left with a stranger. It didn't sit right with him; he had to do something. Possessive instincts kicked in.

No time for reasoning, he wanted the man gone. He calmed himself with images of beating the man to a bloody pulp, body lying helpless on the floor. He was disappointed when it only took a shove on the shoulder and threatening words spoken to scare the stranger away, but it did mean Cry was safe. And that's all that mattered to him.

Felix refuses to even think maybe jealousy sparked it all off. But his mind is no longer off pondering about Cry dancing with a stranger. He's too occupied trying to piece together why he kissed his best friend. Part impulse, part wanting. He knows that much. Now, eleven in the morning on a Saturday, he's silently dreading the moment Cry wakes up from a sleep that's kept him knocked out for the equivalent of half a day. Felix is still trying to think of good words to say, banish away the awkward that's settled between them. He misses how out ease they were together, content with being just friends and nothing more.

Bearing in mind Cry was beyond the borders of drunk when they kissed, Felix is hoping he may have forgotten everything that happened yesterday evening. It's only a half-hearted hope, though. He remembers when he was drunk beyond belief, he knows fragments of last night will come back to Cry. Slowly but surely. So he sits on one of Cry's kitchen stool and waits, taking sips of caffeine to wake his weary mind up and eradicate the last traces of alcohol on his breath. But he can't eradicate the thoughts clogging his head. All about Cry. All about what will happen to their friendship now.

He's fucked up. Fucked up bad. Felix groans, rubbing the heels of his hand over his eyes to clear away sleep that clings to the corners. He's exhausted, falling asleep at five in the morning wasn't his plan but it seemed like he had no control over it. His eyes snap to the hallway when he hears the creak of a door open. Cry's up. He'd been secretly hoping Cry would sleep for longer, so he had more preparation, but again, he has no control over it.

"Morning, Pewds," Cry looks about as crap as Felix does; it comforts him. His voice is huskier than normal, most likely because it sounds like he hasn't cleared his throat. Felix doesn't say a word, only studies his hungover friend. His face is unshaven, under-eye shadows are apparent, and his dark hair's a mess, sticking up in odd places. He still manages to look cute, giving him a sleepy smile and his steps are unsure, wobbling as he walks. "Do you- do you remember what happened last night? I think I had too much to drink." He leans on the counter, blinking rapidly. "Because my head fucking hurts."

Felix laughs. Despite everything, he laughs. He knows exactly how Cry feels, the pair of them, they're idiots. The first night they go out, they end up drunk, like amateurs, bearing no thought to the consequences. It's like he's back in University again, going out with friends on the first weekend he's arrived, and gaining a reputation for being a bit of a party animal. He was eighteen then, you'd think seven years would teach him a lesson. "We went out. Remember?" He nudges Cry, because he's going to leave him to work out this on his own, he's not going to be the one to tell him.

Imagine how it'd sound: 'Oh, and I forgot to mention you were dancing with a man you'd never met before, I, for some reason got jealous and we ended up kissing. But apart from that, it's all good.' Cry blinks, like this is the first time he's ever heard this. Felix is staring at him intensely, throat dry as he waits for the moment that light of realisation will hit Cry, and he's still not prepared for that moment; he has no conversation planned out in his head as backup.

"You-we went out? To-to a club?" Cry's voice is incredulous. Felix can imagine how he feels, he knows his friend is a bit of recluse and is indoors more often than not. That's why it felt like such a victory when he persuaded Cry to go out with him. Besides, he knew Cry needed to relax, and drinking seemed like the best idea at the time. At the time.

Felix nods. "And I have a feeling I don't have the hangover, here." It's just a small joke, prodding fun at Cry while he continues to pretend like he has no recollection of last night.

"Shut up, man," Cry grumbles, "it fucking hurts." He looks genuinely upset, so Felix takes pity on him and hops off the stool, takes him by the arm and leads him to the sofa. Mutters a 'stay here' into his ear, and goes to get blankets that he drapes over a grumbling Cry. He even makes him a steaming cup of coffee, that he practically has to force down his resisting friend's throat. Caffeine doesn't sit well with Cry, Felix knows that, but he needs it to kick him awake.

"Better?" He asks, hiding a smile at Cry's poorly appearance. He feels a twinge of guilt, but Cry looks so pitiful it's hard not to laugh. It's most likely the first time he's ever seen hungover Cry.

"Don't say a fucking word." His friend growls, but while his voice is threatening, his cheeks are stained pink. Felix has a sudden thought. He wonders how far he can push this... It's too tempting not to test.

He ducks his head down, puts his mouth to Cry's ear and whispers, "are you sure you don't want me to say anything? At all?" He can feel Cry's body heating up; he's so responsive it's brilliant. Felix grins to himself, the tips of Cry's hair tickling him. In the sunlight, Cry's hair is glowing, the chestnut coloured roots shining through. "Really sure? There's a lot of things I could say to you," he lowers his voice to a growl, "and not all necessarily innocent things." Cry blushes to the ends of his ears now, eyes cast down. Felix holds himself up, arm either side of Cry's body.

He can see he has an effect on Cry, his friend's chest rising and falling quicker than normal, hearing the small, short breaths he takes. His head is turned, like he's refusing to look at Felix, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip. Cry looks good like this, vulnerable with his cheeks red and cocooned in blankets, up to his shoulders. Felix thinks it's time for him to stop, now. He's had his fun and as satisfying as seeing Cry speechless is, he needs to be left to drink his coffee. He still hasn't remembered what happened last night, which does hold the tiniest dose of hope for the swede. Maybe he'll forget about it, and they can enjoy the few weeks he has on holiday in Florida.

"You need to finish your coffee," he gestures towards Cry's half finished cup, still steaming. Still warm. "I'll leave you to it." When Felix picks himself up off the sofa and spares a glance in Cry's direction, he sees Cry's eyes wide and mouth still gawking. Guess he has himself to blame for that, even if he does see it as a bit of a triumph. Now he has something over Cry, and it's sort of handy. To know.


Maybe he's messing with Cry's head too much, Felix thinks to himself as he pulls open drawers, grabbing whatever the hell he can find. Slinging on a shirt, tugging on jeans. There is a bit of guilt gathering in his stomach, for playing with Cry's feelings. Originally it was just harmless flirting, it's something Felix is a natural at. Now he feels all weird, stomach all tingly. There's a desire to be near Cry, be close to him when he talks to him, he likes to see him squirm when he flirts with him, likes the way he blushes. Felix thinks it's cute. Endearing.

Maybe that's all it is. Just affection. Felix nods to himself, reassured by the reason. His thumb swipes over his bottom lip, thinking. He needs to record a video today, his viewers have been wondering where he's been the past few days, he needs to stop all the confusion. Maybe if he's persuasive enough, he can get Cry to do one with him. Webcam if he's incredibly lucky, he doesn't know yet. It'd be cool to do another co-op with him, he misses those days. Not to say he doesn't find the prop hunt and TTT fun, but he misses playing with Cry just by himself.

Now he's got a whole three-week opportunity to play video games with him as much as he likes. Felix's stomach tingles at the thought. He can't wait.