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"He'll probably be waiting, then..." Felix bites back his own sigh. His stomach is churning: he can't do this, he's not ready... He glances back at Jim, then laces up his breeches and pulls on his tunic.

"...Beef is better," he says- he's never fully trusted whatever a turkey is, but beef is familiar. Comforting. While Jim goes over to the replicator, Felix strides over to the wardrobe, and one of the satchels tucked away at the bottom. Not to draw attention, he doesn't look over his shoulder as he draws out a wine bottle, pulls the stopper out and takes a long pull of the heady liquid within. It's sharp and floral, but he'll need the heat in his veins... and everything else this particular vintage can offer.

He'll tuck the bottle back safe before he looks to see if his boots are there too - or pretends to, if they were laid out by the bed. Either way he gives Jim a small smile when he looks back to see the sandwich and tea his husband has fetched. "Thanks."