Author's Note : I'VE BEEN NEGLECTING YOU GUYS. QAQ... I'm so sowwe... I've been so busyyyy. It has been too long~ And also, I am so glad that some of you have followed me this long XD I love you all~ So much~ Reallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~
And yes, I know there are a lot of characters but it all has a purpose! I promise you~
... OH GOD WHY AM I LISTENING TO A YAOI DRAMA CD WHILE TYPING THIS. WHYYYYYYYYYY?

The brunette laid there. A few minutes, a few hours, who knows?

What shook the brunette out of his trance was a quiet knock, hardly audible over the sound of his own breathing. Toris groaned, but got up and opened the door.

Fully expecting to see Raivis on the other side - asking him where he had been all day - Toris was surprised to see Feliks there, looking as if he was about to burst into tears.

"F-Feliks?" Toris stuttered. "W-What happened?"

"Gilbert..." The blond whispered and bit his lip. "He tried to..."

Toris's eyes widened. "Oh God... Come in, Feliks."

The brunette stepped aside, allowing the Pole to walk into his room before anyone else noticed that something was wrong.

The blond sat on Toris's bed and the brunette sat on the chair at his desk. Feliks looked uncomfortable, and even slightly sick. Before Toris could realize what he was saying, he found himself asking of Feliks would like to stay with him for the night. The blond hesitantly agreed.

Toris drummed his fingers on his thigh, a nervous habit. "Do you want to talk about it..?"

Toris cursed himself silently. Of course he wouldn't want to talk about it.

The blond shook his head. "Thanks for letting me stay with you.. I don't know what would happen if I stayed alone.."

Toris shrugged. "No problem."

The Pole hugged his knees to his chest. The brunette could already tell that whatever was going on was really taking its toll on the small Pole in front of him.

Toris had always been good at reading people. He could already pick out relationships in the house. Romano was in love with Antonio, but tried - poorly - to keep that fact to himself. Antonio was obviously too dense to notice. Francis and Matthew were also romantically involved, which must have been hard on Matthew considering that Francis was after almost everyone in the house.

But Feliks was slightly harder to read. The brunette stared at the blond for a few long moments, trying to figure out exactly how hard he was taking it.

Toris could already tell that Feliks was an introvert, and did not usually spill his emotions out to others. Was he scared they would think he was weak?

The Lithuanian wanted desperately to know what was going on in the blond's head. But Feliks's face was blank, giving Toris no clue to what he was feeling. There was no emotion behind those emerald eyes, a fact that worried Toris deeply.

What are you thinking..?

The blond took a shaky breath. Toris looked away, embarrassed as Feliks's vivid eyes met his own seemingly dull forest green ones. The brunette could see that Feliks was frightened.

Toris was slightly taken aback. What would Feliks, of all people, be scared of? If Gilbert had really just tried to rape him, what were the chances it would ever happen again?

Unless...

Toris felt the words spill out of his mouth. "Has this happened before?"

Feliks jumped at the sudden break of silence. "What?"

Toris blushed and turned his head away to hide the sudden rush of blood to his cheeks. "H-Has Gilbert ever tried to... do that.. before?"

"Once."

Toris bit his lip, almost hard enough to draw blood.

The blond crossed his legs. "It was a while ago... I was doing paperwork-"

The brunette sighed. "You don't have to talk about it." Toris fought the urge to add, "but I want you to."

Feliks nodded. "Thank you.."

The blond stared at the wall for a while, and Toris watched him. Neither spoke until Feliks suggested that they both sleep. Toris did so gratefully.

Toris woke up early the next morning. He glances at the clock on his bedside table, it read 4:51 AM.

The brunette glanced over at the small couch pressed against the wall on the other side of his room. Feliks lay there, eyes closed and breathing peacefully even.

Toris sighed, remember how he had insisted that the blond take the bed, but Feliks would have none of it.

Do you want me to make you run a mile for training tomorrow? The Pole had asked, a smirk on his face.

N-No.. The brunette had replied timidly.

Then you'll take the bed. The blond had flopped onto the couch. Night, Toris...

The brunette rubbed his temples. Feliks was stubborn to say the least.

Toris went into his bathroom and decided to take a shower. He turned the water on, letting the steam that laced itself through the cold air fill the small space as the brunette tried to clear his head.

What is happening to me? Toris thought as he stepped under the comfortingly hot stream of water. Almost immediately, the brunette's tense muscles relaxed.

"Why am I so stressed..?" Toris whispered to himself.

I care about him.. That's all...

Toris nodded. "That must be it.."

Right?