"Do you have any more bruises?" The usual tone of happiness in Feliks' voice is gone, replaced with a seriousness that Toris has rarely ever heard him use.
"No. He was at work last night." Toris says, having to stop himself from rubbing at the bruises and cuts left from the night before. Felks notices, and lets out a small sigh.
"Want me to take you to the nurse?"
"No!"
Feliks jumps at Toris' tone. For a second they stare at each other, before Toris swallows.
"N-No…I'll be fine."
"You need to tell someone, Tor. You can't keep letting him do this to you! It's not fair!"
Toris can feel tears welling up in his eyes, and he hates it. He hates how weak he is. He hates his father, he hates his life.
He hates it.
"They won't believe me…and they'll just tell him what I said…" He sighs, giving a small shake of his head. "Please…you can't tell anyone."
"Alright." Feliks says, huffing. "I won't."
"You promise?"
"Yeah. I promise."
And he hopes that Toris won't hate him when he does.