Tom sat curled up in his room. He was done and just tired. He cried for hours on end, and drank a lot. He heard knocking on his door. "Tom? Can I come in? I'm really worried about you..." he heard Tord say. Tom unlocked the door and let Tord open it. Tom curled up again. "Hmm... I know what you need. Cuddles!" "What!?" Tord picked Tom up and put him on the bed. He lifted Tom into his arms. He knew Tom was sad, and he cared. He loved him. Tom was surprised. He slowly became used to Tord's arms around him. He rested his head on Tord's chest. He loved Tord, as well. They rested together for a while, before Tom said something. "You know I'm a monster, right? Why do you... care? I'm a murderer basically! I'm an idiot..." Tord glared at Tom, as if he was mad. "Yes, I know you are a monster. I still care. Looks don't matter to me. And you are not an idiot or a murderer. I love you." Tom looked at Tord. "Idiot." He said. "I hate you so much." "Love you too!"
