"I'm sorry":TomTord REMAKE

Chapter 3: Telling The Truth

Tom walked back upstairs. He couldn't go back to sleep. The worrying kept him awake.

'Why was Tord doing this?' Tom thought. Groaning he rolled over on his side, watching the sun begin to rise up.

"I'll have to wait until he wakes up to ask what the fuck is up with him.."
He muttered to himself.

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Tord slowly opened his eyes as he sat up. Raising an eyebrow; he glances over at his lifted up sleeve.
"I thought I pulled it down last night.." His eyes widened as he felt inside his hoodie pocket.
no razor.

"Oh dritt..dritt..dritt..DRITT!" Tord shouts in Norwegian as he covered his mouth.
Tom heard the red hooded males shouts as he got up and started to walk down the stairs.
Tord heard the stairs creaking as Tom made each step down.

Tord moved his hands from his mouth and frantically pulled down the sleeve.

"Tord..?" Tom says softly as he walked over to the norski.
"J-j..-Y-yes?"Tord stuttered out, putting his hands into his pockets as they shaken there.

Tom took a deep breath and pulled out Tords rusted razor from his blue hooded pocket.
"What's going on." Tom says as he knelt down to the communist.

"I-i.." Tord felt his lips shake as he lowered his head. Tears filled into his eyes as he let out a few sobs. Tom sighs heavily and shakes his head – bringing Tord into a hug.

Tord gripped onto Toms back as he  started sniffling. "I-im sorry Thomas...so beklå- so sorry.." Tord says, his accent being thick and shaky with tears.
"The robot... everything..I'm a monster Tom..that's all-"
"No you're not." Tom says interrupting him. "Not a monster at all you dumbass.. and I guess I accept your actual apology."

Tord lifted up his head so Tom can see his face. Toms heart ached as he saw the half of Tords face and blind eye.

"I did..that?"
"Mhm."

Tom sighs and makes a sarcastic joke. "Looks great on you."
Tord giggled as looked away.
"Haha..thanks Jehovah."

"Thank you for telling me the truth Commie..but, you're not doing this anymore? You got me?."

"But.."
"– No. No. No buts, this is serious. How long have you've been doing this?" Tom asks as he turned Tords head so they can make eye contact.

"About..one year." Tord says as he looked away only with his eyes.

Tom sighs. "Well, you're not going to this anymore. I'm watching you more closely now."

"Thomas I'm fine..!"
"Obviously not! Look at yourself! You're crying..and self harming.. you-.. you're.. you're depressed Tord."

"Thomas–"
"TORD! listen to me." Tom shouts as he held onto Tords jaw, forcing him to make eye contact.

Tears rolled down Tords cheeks as Tom places his forehead against the norski's.

"I'm here. Okay?.. You're not going to suffer alone with this. Got me?."

"Y-yes..Tom.."
Tom moves his head back.

"Thank you, for telling me the truth Commie."
"Mhm.."