Third Person POV
Tom stared at the drunk Tord for a moment before glaring at him slightly and going to close the door. Tord had other plans though, he put his foot between him and the door and whined for Tom, "Tom I wanna talk to you..."
"What is there to talk about? I've said what I needed to say and I'm pretty sure I told you to stay the hell away from me!" Tom said to Tord in anger.
Tord frowned,
"I'm sorry... Tom I really am sorry, I didn't wanna leave you..." Tord whispered and teared up at Tom's rejection.
Tom stopped trying to push him out of the room.
"... Are you crying? Seriously?"
Tord just sniffled and plopped down onto the ground, leaning against the wall. Tom looked at him, and let out a long sigh. He grabbed Tord and dragged him into his room. He closed the door and helped Tord onto his bed.
"Look at you... I thought you were a tyrant making babies cry, and now you're drunk and crying, asking for me back... I thought I would feel better when I saw you like this." Tom mumbled and laid Tord on the bed.
Tord was silent and looked at Tom with sad eyes. Tom looked back at him and coerced his face with a blanket and headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind him and leaning onto it. He looked into the mirror and let out another sigh. He was upset.
After a moment of contemplation, Tom left the bathroom and grabbed a blanket and pillow from the bed. He slept in the bathroom that night.
[The fact that people are still reading this makes me happy, but I'm also very concerned for you all- thank you guys for enjoying the stories I thought I was just going to give up on.]
