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Felix wasn't doing well.
He was no stranger to mental health issues. He'd been given a few diagnoses that tended to impact his day-to-day life in small ways. Still, he was usually functional, at least.
At this particular moment, he couldn't even get out of bed.
Vincent and Adrian were out running errands, so it was Kevin who cautiously checked on the goth. When he saw the man rotting in bed, he was able to figure out the issue pretty quickly.
"Depressive episode?" he asked, receiving a weak nod in response. "I'm sorry, babe" he said sympathetically, sitting next to Felix on the bed. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Stay?" Felix asked, his voice pathetic. Kevin couldn't cure his depression, but the company would at least make it less isolating. Still, he didn't want the jock to feel pressured, especially cause it's not like he was being particularly fun at the moment. "You don't have to"
"I want to" Kevin replied earnestly, moving into a lying position and putting an arm over the shorter man, who curled into him. "I love you so much, Felix"
"I love you too"