"Liet...please?"

Ever since he saw the scars, Feliks has tried to do everything he can to help in some way. One way was to make sure the scars weren't infected. Toris told him that it was alright and that he didn't have to go through all the trouble but Feliks, being stubborn as always, wouldn't have it.

Now here Toris was, sitting on his shared bed with the Polish man, with said man standing in the door way with a jar of healing cream in one hand. He had asked yet again if he can put the creme on his back and Toris, yet again, has hesitated. Looking at the scars makes Feliks feel depressingly guilty and Toris hates to see his best friend feel that way for something no one could've stopped. But he could never say no to him. Even when he said no to reforming the commonwealth again, it felt like a punch to the gut when seeing the look on Feliks face. He never wanted to see that face again.

So he complied like every night.

Toris quietly shut the book he was reading and set it on the nightstand before unbuttoning his midnight blue pajama top. He heard soft footsteps pad against the wooden floor of the bedroom, getting closer before the bed dipped as a warm form sat next to him. He was gently twisted around so his back faced Feliks and delicate hands carefully slipped the shirt off him.

A warm kiss was pressed to the nape of his neck. "Don't worry, I'll try to be gentle."

The cool, creamy substance was pressed on Toris's back making him give a sharp gasp and grab at the sheets beneath him. Soothing circles soon followed as Feliks spread the cream around his back, massaging the tense muscles under his fingertips. Toris slowly started to relax as Feliks massaged the cream into his scared back, eyes half lidded at the soothing actions. Soon all the cream was rubbed on his back and Toris felt like he could fall asleep right then and there.

He heard Feliks chuckle lightly before feeling himself being pulled down onto the bed and covers being pulled over them both after his head hit the pillow. Familiar arms wrapped themselves around Toris's waist and a face nuzzled its self in his hair.

"Aš tave myliu..." Feliks murmured into his hair and Toris felt his heart skip a beat, cheeks flushing lightly.

Toris smiled affectionately and carefully turned the lights off before snuggling back into the covers and close to Feliks.

"Ja też cię kocham, Feliks."