Not suetable for children!

I was sort of happy for my sister, she had such a difficult time with the baby and François who left her. But I still had doubts about Tom. After all he did to me. But I gave him the benefit of the doubt. That night Toulouse crawled in bed with me at the same time I did. Only I wished he didn't. He was turning around the whole time. "What's wrong?" I finally asked him, I was getting so tired.

"I'm sorry it's just my legs, they hurt so much, I'll get up."

"No, don't, I'll massage them if you want."

"Well, if you really want that?"

"It's not a problem." I used to do it with my mother when she came home after a long day of work.

So I sat up straight. "Where does it hurt?"

"A bit everywhere."

So I started it, first the lower parts and up.

"I could fall asleep if you keep continuing this."

"Well you better do, then I can get some sleep too."

After awhile I started to realise something. Did I just...turned him on? Well I did noticed something like that. And his reaction.

"I think you can better stop. It's okay, pain is gone." He crawled directly underneath the blankets.

"What's wrong, did I do something wrong?" I acted innocent off course.

"No, it's okay, you were the best." After I heard him mutter something but I wasn't sure what he said. I was flattered actually. I always thought he saw me as a friend but that doesn't happen between friends now does it?

In the morning I acted like nothing happened. I did saw that Toulouse was still feeling uncomfortable with the whole situation from last night.

After breakfast he left. He had to discuss something with Degas. Meanwhile I put everything okay, the house looked a bit like a mess.

After that was done I was a bit bored. My sister was out with Tom, maybe I could go to Toulouse? So I went upstairs to the place of Degas. I saw the door was opened and just when I wanted to enter I overheard their conversation and it wasn't about art.

"So you mean?" I heard the voice of Degas.

"I can't do this, I love her but she deserves so much better."

"You, Toulouse, you praised love so much but now you're running away from it? It doesn't sound like you."

"I know, it doesn't sound like me. I just don't think I can make her happy."

"And why not?"

"I'm old, everyone knows I don't have much time left to live, I just can't give her hope and then let her be left alone the rest of her life."

"She won't be alone the rest of her life, you think she will mourn about you the rest of her life?"

"No."

"Well, try it."

"She can't love me? She's beautiful and I am..."

"I think she does, I see the way she lookes at you."

I was hoping they were talking about me. But until now they haven't mentioned names.

"And last night, you...?

"No, lucky for me she didn't even noticed."

"Maybe she did, but she liked it, because trust me, it can't be unnoticed."

"You think?"

"Yes, and you kissed her, didn't you?"

"Yes, but she couldn't remember."

My heart melted, he loves me! Now I know for sure. I wanted to storm inside tell him I loved him too but then he would know I have been eastdropping on them.

So I walked in after a few seconds and acted like I heard nothing.

"Hello, I was bored so I thought I'd keep you company." Toulouse looked at me like I just caught him on stealing candy.

"What a coincidence to see you here." Degas said happily with a look to Toulouse that said enough.

"Oh now it is coinicidence? I thought fate?" He laughed happily. Toulouse was silent, Oh please tell me the things you just said to Degas. He had just confessed his love for me but why was he so scared? I wouldn't turn him down.

"I'm going now." He said and looked at me. "Coming with me?"

I was hoping he would tell me. So I nodded.

Maybe I was too happy? Maybe he thought I had just been listening. Because he was silent, I think he had never so silent (while he was sober.)