LietPol

Sure, Feliks was selfish and conceited, but he was also narcissistic and inconsiderate. Oh, wait.

Let's start over.

Sure, Feliks was selfish and conceited, but he could also be kind and compassionate. At certain times.

Such as that one time when Toris came back to their house from Russia's place after being abused by the large country. Toris was obviously upset and Feliks only sort of noticed the way he limped and the blood stain on the sweatshirt he wore whenever he came back from there. Feliks had already seen Toris' scars accidentally, but he really never knew how bad things were until that day.

Toris basically passed out in the doorway to the room Feliks was sitting in. Feliks was just lounging on the couch watching television and didn't notice at all how when Toris coughed, blood came up. Toris, breathing heavily, made his way to his bedroom and collapsed. (Yes, they did have separate bedrooms at that point.)

Feliks did after all, care about his roommate, and checked in on him before going to bed himself. A small stain of blood that had obviously been spreading since Toris had fallen on the bed soaked the sheets.

But, contrary to what many might assume, Feliks didn't have the initial reaction, "Oh no, my sheets." He gaped at the scene for a while, and panicked a little. Feliks had told himself for decades not to get too attached to anyone, that the world was a cruel place where people would desert you, that he should try to make himself happy while he still could. He had always believed that.

But at that moment, years of believing those things slipped through his fingers and landed next to the splatters of blood on the carpet.

"How could I have let this happen? I totally looked right past this..." He whispered. He ran and found bandages, skidding in his fuzzy purple socks on the tiled floor in his haste to get back to Toris.

Feliks carefully took off Toris' bloodied sweatshirt and ignored his cringe when he saw the bruises, scars, and fresh wounds. He took his unconscious friend's hand after he was done wrapping the wounds.

Toris seemed to relax when he did this, as if he knew his best friend was there.

Toris opened his eyes, and allowed Feliks to help him sit up. Feliks took Toris' hand and leaned in to kiss him, but stopped when he flinched.

"Feliks, I-I'm not ready for this..." Toris murmured.

"I mean, like, you don't have to be. I can wait." Feliks smiled sadly, he had been waiting much too long. But if Toris didn't want to kiss him, he could wait a little longer.

Seeing the dejected look on his friend's face, Toris sucked it up and slipped his hand into Feliks'.

"I can be ready if you want me to be." Toris' face turned bright red.

Feliks basically tackled Toris and they made out for a good minute.

Let's just say that after that, they shared a room.