"I uh—I think that would help, if that’s okay?" Felix twisted the small strings around his fingers and nodded in agreement. "I agree."
"Alright." Lex twisted his fingers back ands forth while biting his lip. "Well I guess everything started when I was six. I was playing in my room and my father summoned me to the cellar. He told me to pray to my god, Loki. So I knelt, as did he. I closed my eyes to pray. I folded my tiny hands. He put a gun to his head and blew his brains out right next to me. Not only was my father taken from me, but so was my hearing, for the most part." He began his story, describing his long tale of woe.
Felix placed his hands into his lap so he could give Lex his full attention—he listened carefully and as he explained the tragedy with his father, he cupped his hand over his mouth; still listening. Felix pressed his lips together and removed his hand slowly. “Lex…I’m—I’m so sorry..” He said softly. The male could understand how it was to loose a father, so he did understand the other on a bit of a personal level.
"Yeah I could have gotten over it a tad easier if it didn’t happen again." He said, he licked his lips with a nervous gesture. "When my biological father died a butler brought me to my mother. She was…no is a cruel women. She beat me and my sister to near dust. She had married a man and they had my sister. My mother would cut me open. Called me the devil, which I don’t quite understand. She had a priest cut and burn a cross into my back." Lex turned away from Felix and lifted his shirt up showing the giant cross that ran down his back. "This was the last straw. My step father, whom I had grown so close to for seven years. He hung himself and I tried to go with him, I hung myself with him, my rope broke and his didn’t." A tear rolled down his face and he put his shirt back down and he turned back and looked at Felix. "Then tragedy followed when I ran away."