"I'm home!" Toris called as he walked into his house. It had already been about a month and a half since the first day Feliks began working as a nanny, and the Lithuanian had finally grown used to it. Today was a little different, though. Feliks wasn't bubbly when he arrived that morning. He wasn't wearing his usual attire of pinks and reds and purples. He wore a black button-down and jeans. He looked fairly normal for an average man. But Toris knew Feliks wasn't just an average man. He was very concerned.

"Hi," was the reply from the living room where Feliks sat with Audra, rocking her gently. Toris walked in and smiled at the blonde male.

"How was she today?"

"Good, as usual. She's totally wonderful," the blonde said, looking up at Toris. He smiled a bit and stood. He handed Audra to her father. "I'll start cooking you dinner. Sorry I didn't do it yet." Feliks went off into the kitchen. Toris looked down to his baby daughter and smiled.

"Was he this weird all day, sweetie?"

About an hour later, the men were sitting down to a nice chicken dinner. Feliks was oddly silent. Toris watched as he ate the food.

"This is good, Feliks," he said.

"I'm glad you like it," Feliks replied.

The conversation continued like this until Toris thought of nothing else to say, and the two ate in an uncomfortable silence. When the food was finished, Toris began to wash dishes. Feliks stayed sitting, almost not seeming to realize his plate was gone. Toris soon grew annoyed with the behavior.

"Feliks, why are you so upset?" he asked. Feliks looked up, blinking. He sighed and looked down at the table.

"I'm.. Like, being kicked out of my apartment," Feliks said softly. He sighed and rested his head on the table. Toris's eyes went wide and he patted the man's shoulder kindly. He smiled as he knelt down to look at the blonde.

"Fel, if you need a place to stay, you can always stay here for as long as you need to," he said happily. Feliks blinked and looked over.

"R-Really?"

"Of course!"

And so, the two men began to live together, Feliks now a live-in nanny. They never discussed what happened to get Feliks to loose his apartment, as the Polish man seemed uncomfortable with it. Toris let it go, enjoying the fact he got to help his friend, and maybe, just maybe, learn what exactly his feelings for the other man were.

"Tooooris, that shirt looks like, totally bad with that tie!" Feliks scolded one morning. Toris blinked and looked down at his outfit. Before he could say a thing, Feliks was undoing the tie and going on and on about which shades of colors looked good together and which didn't. Toris could only laugh. Feliks blinked when he heard the laughter.

"What's so funny, Tor..?" he asked, his hands holding both ends of the tie around the Lithuanian's neck. Toris blinked, cheeks a light red. He shrugged a bit.

"You're just.. Silly!" he said with a smile. Feliks pouted a bit. And then, Toris realized that not only was he silly, but he was also cute. Toris chuckled nervously and pulled away. He settled on a regular black tie, knowing that Feliks couldn't find anything wrong with that. He smiled at his friend.

"Thanks for the fashion tips, O great Feliks," he teased. Feliks stuck out his tongue.

"Have a great day, my fashion inept friend," Feliks retorted before Toris left the room to say goodbye to Audra. Feliks smiled to himself.

'Man.. Toris is like, so cute..' he thought to himself.