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Toris closed his eyes. The blond is crazy. No… actually the Russian is crazy, always has been. Not that it's necessarily his fault… his whole family seems to be. No wonder no one wanted Ivan to know that he had been associating with Feliks. "It was self-defense… she nearly killed me. But I got her first." He sounded miserable. Actually, truly pained. "She came at me. I like… I was scared. I killed her. Her blood was all over my hands, Liet, and like… I had to deal with so many strangers and tell them everything. They put me here so that I could work off my parole. I was here like… for a year or so and you… you have no idea what it's like in there." Toris opened his eyes and Feliks for all the world looked like a child who'd just been told that those childhood characters like the Easter bunny don't exist. He wasn't sure where it came from, Toris was never one to randomly inflict personal contact on anyone else, but he put his arms around the small blond and hugged him.
Feliks's back went rigid, but he slowly relaxed into the hug, and after a moment Toris felt hands on his sides. "Like… that was unexpected." Feliks said quietly, and Toris laughed a little, but kept the little blond close. At the moment, whether he realized it or not, it was the only thing keeping the said blond from losing the little bit of structure he'd built for himself. He was holding Feliks together. "I… I'm sorry that happened." Toris said finally, standing straight and biting his lip as he looked at Feliks. "It wasn't you, Liet." Feliks said, clearing his throat and looking away. Toris gave him time to collect himself and pull himself together. "It was… I'm glad you told me. Even though it was personal." Toris said quietly. Feliks snorted, and then flushed a bit at the noise like he hadn't expected it to be so loud. "Well, you'll learn quickly that like, TMI stuff just happens to come up all the time. Alfred likes to announce when he eats burritos as a warning for that reason." Feliks said helpfully. Toris winced.
"Oh Liet, you're like, such a prude." Feliks laughed. Toris gave a little smile. "Sometimes. Answer me this though, Feliks?" He asked. Feliks cocked his head to the side, meeting his eyes. "What?" He asked. "How did you get out… if you killed her?" Feliks looked away. "Valid question. How I like, got out was because… since it was self-defense and I killed her by accident- I meant to knock her out Liet, I didn't know I'd kill her- they gave me a year in prison with a few years of parole. My year in prison… it was unimaginable. You can't begin to imagine what goes on." His voice tightened, and after a moment he sighed and continued, "They put me here in my parole as a reward. Some place close to home they said. They have a sense of humor, they know full well my home is in Poland. In any case, I stayed. This is my second year of parole. I have one more to go before I am free to go." Toris nodded, slowly. "Feliks… how old are you?"
Feliks smiled a little, "Like, how old do I look Liet?" Toris opened his mouth, and then closed it. After a moment he said, "Too young to be in federal prison." Feliks snorted. "Dear Liet you know nothing. Murder is a federal offense, and even a teenager can be tried as an adult. All things considered, I got off far better than most. If they had decided that I'd killed her on purpose- which I like, never would- then I would be in for life with a possibility of parole. But the intent and planning wasn't there. They believed me… by the grace of God of course." This he seemed torn about, but Toris decided not to mention it. "Of course." He repeated. "You're religious then?" Feliks turned to stare at him. "Is there a reason you're interrogating me, Lorinaitis?" Feliks asked his voice back to professional. "I… no." Toris answered, his face flushing a bit in embarrassment. "Then don't ask so much if you're not prepared to answer yourself." Feliks said.
As he went to turn away there was a loud scream down the hallway. Feliks was gone within seconds, tearing down the hallway like his life depended on it. Toris turned to follow, running after him. "Feliks. Feliks!" He yelled, and the Polish man turned his head. Another scream echoed down the hall, and blood suddenly sprayed the Polish man as he skidded in front of a cell. If he hadn't turned his head, he would have been hit directly in the face. The blood spattered across his arms and torso, and he immediately shut his mouth and closed his eyes, turning his face away. "Feliks!" Toris yelled, running up and nearly sliding in the blood. "He might be contaminated, get away from him." Gilbert suddenly hissed into his ear, nudging him away. "Contaminated?" Toris repeated, ignoring the gurgling in which suddenly ceased, disturbingly enough. "We are not allowed to touch any urine, feces, or blood of the prisoners in case they have some kind of disease. Feliks has been sprayed with blood, and therefore may be contaminated. We need to wash him down and test him before anything else. He'll be put into confinement." Gilbert answered, tugging the Polish man away from the cells and down the hall, Toris following on their heels. "I…" Toris started, but Gilbert turned. "Get the dead prisoner out of the cell and see that the murderer gets punishment. Okay? Don't worry about your boyfriend, he'll be fine." Toris's cheeks darkened.
"He's not my boyfriend." Toris said softly. "I hope so, for both your sakes." Gilbert smirked as he turned and led Feliks away down the hall into the contamination chambers. Toris stood shaking for a long moment before he turned to get Alfred and continue the task set out for him. He wanted to ask Feliks so much more. He wanted to learn so much more about a lot of things… but it looked like for now time wasn't on his side. He'd just have to wait until Feliks came back… and figure out what to do about the new things he had learned about his Russian owner.