Tom's Tears

|CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE|

As soon as Tom was placed into a room, Tord quickly left. Holding back his tears as he dashed quickly out of the infirmary.

As he walked down the hall, he passed his two fatherly figures and went straight into his office with a slam of the door.

Paul and Pat exchange a look of sympathy towards each other before walking over to the office and knocking on the door.

"Sweetheart, can we come in?" Patryck's soothing voice spoke but in response came a loud sob of regret.

"Let's go in." Paul whispered into Pats ear. Patryck nodded as he opened the office door.

The two went in quickly and closed it. Knowing damn well Tord doesn't like anybody seeing him cry unless it's Tom or his father's.

Tord buried his face into his arms. Hiding it with mainly using the desk as he sobbed into it. Only dressed in his casual red hoodie and black pants rather than his marvelous maroon themed colored uniform.

Paul walked over and sets a hand onto Tord's back. Which resulted in the norsk lifting up his head. Tears dripping onto the wooden desk.

Staining a few papers of world domination work in the process. Tord shoved the papers to the side before he slammed his head back onto the desk and hiccuped a few more sobs.

"Son, look at me." Paul spoke up as Pat went over. He started to use his hand to rub Tord's back.

Tord whimpered softly as he lifted his head to look up towards Paul. His robotic hand trembling as he slammed it onto the desk.

Making the two father's jump in surprise.

"I ruined everything!" Tord exclaimed as covered his face with his hands. Paul shakes his head and pulled Tord's hands away.

"No, son. No. Look at me, and listen okay?" Paul's voice spoke, so soft and gentle. It was rare for Paul to be this soft and caring.

Tord stared up at Paul as his lips quivered. Tears rolling down his face as he hiccuped a soft sob.

"We told you from the start that you might of regretted your decision. And by the looks of it, you do feel remorseful about this trauma. Which is okay. But, think about this. I know how deeply this hurts you, but Tom won't remember. Need I to remind you? I shot him right in between the eyes with that memory erase gun, he won't remember any of this occuring. He will still love you, Tord." Paul comforted as Patryck pulled his son into a hug.

"I know this hurts you honey, but we are going to be right here with you. We love you so much and please don't ever forget that. I know you snap so easily and make mistakes and feel shameful for it, but that's all apart of being human, Tord. We all make mistakes, some might be hard to recover from but we are going to be right here with you. We love you, son."

Patryck comforted and held Tord close in a loving embrace. Paul joined the hug as well. Both fatherly figures now hugging their adopted son close to them.

Tord's crying as came to a halt. He sniffled softly as he pulled back from the loving embraces.

"Thank you, Papa, Dad.. without you, id probably not be here right now." Tord whimpered out as he lifted his head. He sniffled softly.

"We love you." Paul and Patryck reminded as they kissed their son's head.

"Get some rest sweetheart, I'm pretty sure Tom will be awake and ready to see you by tomorrow." Patryck reminded with a small smile.

"Right.. I should rest." Tord mumbled as he rubbed his face from the amount of exhaustion he felt.

Slamming his hands on the table, he looked up at his father's with dark bags underneath his eyes. They looked almost black.

"Take your medication.." Paul reminded which made Tord scoff in anger and grumpiness.

"I have been!" He obviously lied through his teeth as he huffed and crossed his arms.

"No you haven't." Paul stated as he went into Tord's bedroom. Tord gets out of his office chair and followed alongside with Patryck.

"Sweetheart that medication bottle is still very in fact full." Patryck observed as Paul unscrewed the cap.

"You haven't even taken one. God damnit." Paul muttered underneath his breath.

"I don't understand why I would need too!" Tord cried out but is silenced when Paul shouted.

"Because you go through manic episodes like THIS!" Paul shouted.

Causing the bedroom atmosphere get tensed.