What does Felix think his reaction to that is going to be?

Freddy flinches, hard. The movement knocks over his open bottle, so now he’s covered in blood and beer. It hardly registers, at this point. He’s kind of curled up into a ball, pathetically trying to shield himself with his arms. He doesn’t do anything to actually try and defend himself, though–because he’s not entirely sure whether or not Felix’s intent is actually violent.

“What the fuck,” he gasps, once he’s recovered enough to speak.