Felix smiled, though it was a strained ghost of a thing, compared to the usual force of the charisma he could summon up when he was trying. It was barely even there, at the moment. Not that that was overly usual, where the teen was concerned. Maybe early on he'd felt the need to impress, but Mark seemed to prefer the opposite. In that sense there was an absence of pressure to be all together and perfect, though sometimes the blind optimism hiding under the surface was an easy trap to trigger when things inevitably weren't. He wasn't sure which of those things he'd find tonight.

He stepped into the room, glancing around uncertainly. It was immediately obvious something was off, from the slump in his usual immaculate posture and the awkward way his hands danced over his vest buttons.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything."