Greg didn't get much sleep that night. He saw Felix's desperate face and heard the crack in his voice when he talked about being alone every time he closed his eyes.
The new construction made the usual creaks and settling sounds, but the workshop was otherwise quiet. Greg's mind wouldn't stop talking.
"Fucking hell... why did I even care about this stupid-ass idea?"
"Maybe I changed little by little because of the break I had with the Crimson Falcons." Greg sighed while groping his face.
He had made up his mind by the time the sun came up and shone through his window. At the very least, he had to try.
Greg found Felix already awake, sitting at the small table in his room with the doll carefully propped up in the chair across from him. The young man had dark circles under his eyes, which made it look like he hadn't slept much either.
"Oh fucking god... it looks weirder the longer I see it." Greg said in his mind.
