Yours, Forever & Always.

Never Call a Crazy Guy Crazy.

Tord quieted so he could better hear Tom speak.

"So...um...After the explosion, we moved into new apartments. They were close enough together that we could still talk and hang out. But it started to become routine that they'd come and check on me." Tom explained softly.

"Why would they check on you?" Tord asked, intrigued. He rubbed his thumb on Tom's wrist. As a calming gesture to relieve this pain Tom had.

"That's exactly what I asked them! They said they wanted to make sure I was okay, because I started having a lot of anxiety about the robot...so..." Tom cleared his throat as he continued. "After about a year or so, when the Rebellion was getting more members, we moved to the base, to be closer to the action. You know?"

Tord nodded. Still a bit confused as to where Tom was going with this. And still keeping his hand on Toms.

"We had three groups, Green, Purple and Blue, but I stopped having a say for my group."

"Why? You should've had a say. It is your group." Tord remarked.

"I know. But then I found out why. One day, I went in my room to see that everything was in boxes. I mean EVERYTHING. I saw Edd and Matt packing my stuff, I asked them about what the hell were they doing! This was my stuff! My life! They told me that I was getting out of hand. They..." Tom sniffled. "They said that my bullshit about you was stupid, and that they were sending me to a fucking Mental Hospital because; and get this, I thought you were still alive.

Tord was pissed as to why the fuck would they think that?! He didn't try hard at all to change his appearance as Red Leader! They should've known it was him! And doing that to Tom. Accusing him of being crazy! It pissed Tord off! But...he didn't know why.

"Thomas..." Tord began.

"Don't- You know what? Fuck it. I was so pissed at them that I left. That's what they wanted, isn't it? I moved into my apartment, and that was it."

Tord squeezed Tom's hand a bit, as he stopped the car. "We're here."

Tom looked out of the window. "It's raining again..."

Tord chuckled and looked at Tom. "Want me to get your bags?"

Tom frowned. "Are you sure? I can carry them."

Tord shook his head. "I'm good! So, you'll get Marie?"

Tom laughed. "Isn't it obvious?"

Tord stepped out of the car and stared at him and Tom's intertwined fingers. He let go of Tom's hand and chuckled. "Sorry, I forgot we were..."

"No, its okay..." Tom answered.

There was awkward silence as Tord grabbed Tom's bags, and Tom grabbed Marie. Tord locked the car door and looked at Tom. He still had Marie in her car seat. Tord assumed that its because she's sleeping, and Tom doesn't want to wake her.

He noticed that Tom still had a free hand. Tord didn't necessarily want to bug him, but his suitcase was a bit heavy so...

"Do you mind holding one of these? Tord asked, whilst holding his hand out in response for an answer.

"Huh?" Tom asked, looking at him in confusion. He stared at Tord's hand before gently placing his hand inside Tords.

Tord was startled by this and could feel the heat rushing to his cheeks.

Tom looked at him. "What? Did you not mean-?"

"I meant the bags..."

"Oh, d-do you want me to-?"