Feli woke up to the sound of his stomach growling. Hadn't he had dinner last night? Oh, that's right, he had talked through dinner.

He stood and stumbled, half-blind, towards the kitchen. Something smelled. Eggs? Ham? And . . . burnt toast? A voice in the kitchen cursing.

Feli rubbed his eyes and tried to shake off the sleepiness. He saw Luddy throwing several black bread slices into the trash can under the sink. A plate of eggs and sliced ham sat on the counter, still steaming.

Luddy looked up at Feli as he entered the kitchen. "Sleep well?" he asked.

"Great!" Feli said.

"I made breakfast." Luddy gestured to the plate on the counter. "And burnt some toast." He frowned to himself a little.

"Thanks!" Feli cheered, fully awake at the mention of food finally. "It looks delicious!"

Luddy shifted his feet. "It seemed. . . I thought you might like a German breakfast, since you seem to be so interested in food. And you skipped dinner last night, so I figured you'd be hungry."

"It looks delicious!" Feli barely noticed as Luddy watched him scarf down the meal. He stood with his plate, about to clear it as Pookie appeared, purring and rubbing against his legs. Of course, Feli (being as clumsy as he is) had to stumble over the cat, slip, and land on the cold, hard floor.

But it wasn't the cold, hard floor that he felt. Feli opened his eyes slowly to see Luddy's face inches from his. "Uh. . ." was all he could manage to choke out. Luddy had his hands on Feli's back, and they were in a dip like the end of a ballroom dance. It reminded him of that one time. . .

No.

He promised himself-there was no going back. It didn't matter how long it had been; it was still too painful, even after this long.

Next thing Feli knew, he was crying. Streams flowed down his cheeks silently. He looked up again at Ludwig and saw his face scrunched up in concern. But there was no way Feli would tell him what was wrong.

And then, instead of asking what was wrong like Feli expected, Luddy leaned over the last few inches and hugged Feli tight, like he never wanted to let go. Like there was so much compassion it hurt.

Feli shook his head. He couldn't take it. No. No, no, no. In a sudden movement, he pushed Ludwig away. Not waiting, much less wanting, to see the look of hurt on Ludwig's face, Feli ran as fast as he could to his room and locked the door behind him.

He wondered how long he had. To be in this nice, beautiful home. With someone so nice and caring.

Feli wondered how long he had until the past caught up with him.

Author's Note: So not exactly the accidental kiss you were looking for, huh? Oh, and you've gotta slow down for the last line. Dramatic effect and all.

Remember, I have no plot or goal for this. It kind of goes wherever I'm in the mood for. I was listening to someone play slow music on the piano, so this is what you get.

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