Tail between his legs, trudging down the cold streets of England and not really knowing where he was, Felix carried a bag in one hand and his dignity and regret in another. He’d been very upset since his fight with Falon a month ago and he knew that it was almost entirely his fault, given his penchant for slamming nasty words in Falon’s face and choosing her last. Or second, which was really just as bad. Falon was his sister, his twin and she’d been there for him through everything. Every scraped knee, cut lip, bruised rip and heart break, and yet he still continued to treat her as though she were expendable and that her love and affection for him were limitless, and, maybe for now they were, but it had not taken him long to realise the error in his actions and from there he’d been equal parts despondent and regretful, emotions he was hoping to put some kind of a lid on today. In essence, he needed to make it up to her. He’d had to ask Lanithro to get him here though, since it wasn’t like he was made of money at the moment, with Victoria and the rest, so it was really no wonder Falon was so angry with him. He was careless and he knew that, but that didn’t mean he was making things easy on himself by grovelling at her feet, something he knew he should have done a very long time ago. He carefully knocked at her door, he knew where she lived, because even after everything, Falon and Felix would always remain in contact, even if only through one or two strongly worded owls… god he missed email. “Falon, I’m so sorry, please can I come in?” He asked, staring hard at the door as if willing it to open with his mind was actually an option.