A similar emotion plays out on Felix's face. He has little need to disguise it, now that they're alone. Now that he's resolved to shed as much of his armor as he can possibly manage.

He curls his fingers around the edge of the tablet, as close as he can bring himself to touching Gideon at the moment, his fingers making a pattern of half moons on the surface.

"Then tell me how. Please. Whatever it is you need to hear from me. Whatever it is that I can explain to help you understand or forgive me..."