The One 【Tordtom/Tomtord】

Reflection

- with Tord -

The morning was as brutal as the night, nobody seemed happy except Edd, 'Guess he really doesn't want to talk about it' he thinks to himself, looking at Edd smiling while he holds Ringo up in the air, Tord sitting at the table. Not understanding why he doubted Edd last night.

Tom walks in the kitchen, not saying anything, no "good morning" or even him cursing under his breath like he usually does.

Tord sighs and Tom turns to him, Tom grins and sits down next to Tord.

One thing's for certain, Tord couldn't help but feel disturbed last night, hardly got any sleep, now everything seems to be normal.. well, with Edd, at least.

"Are you hungover or something?" Tord asks, he sounds so calm and collected compared to how he feels inside.

He still had that damned zombie to worry about, the thought made Tord's heart race in worry, contacting Pau and Pat about it, only to receive the unwanted response of "not knowing anything about that"

No outbreaks, 'It has to be a zombie from a while ago, it has to' he tried reassuring himself, no zombie can appear out of nowhere.

Tom sighs, "Yeah, and I'm just fucking mad at that jackass" he says squinting, Tord glances at Edd from the corner of his eye. "Edd, right? Or just some-"
"Fucking of course it's Edd, he's got me in a shitty bitch mood, God damn" Tom says a bit loudly to be considered a whisper, but Edd seems to be too busy playing with Ringo.

"I, uhm, do you want to go to my room and talk about it? I don't really want to just 'forget', you know?" Tord asks Tom, it's a bit strange, who just asks their friends if they want to talk about how they feel? It's just so- so new, unfamiliar.

At first, Tom was a bit taken back by this, yet his expression seemed to relax. "Uh, sure, I guess" he responds as he stands up, waiting for Tord to do the same and lead the way, even though he knows where the room is.

Tord got up and quickly walked to his room, making Tom wonder why he was in such a hurry. As Tord got there he put away the letters he's written to Tom, pictures he has, things of Tom's that the brit forgot about..

"Faen hukommelsen jeg har" Tord murmurs as he closes a drawer to his desk, Tom coming through the door just in the nick of time.

- with Tom -

Tom enters the room that was once his, all red and covered in posters he wished would just burn already. He glances at Tord who's face was flushed red as he stands above his desk.

"I was just uhm-" Tord begins, "I don't even want to know" Tom cuts him off, assuming the worst, thinking of hentai and porn magazines inside there.

"So.. where do we start?" Tom asks, a bit awkward as the two aren't at the same level, in different pages of the same book, trying to discuss what happened so far. "I guess we're just not how we were before" Tord spews out, remembering Edd saying that to Matt, how he wasn't the same.. Tom looks at Tord offended.

"Was that an insult?" The brit asks walking closer to the Norwegian. Tord looks up at Tom and laughs dryly. "God, I wouldn't dream of insulting you" he says sarcastically, not knowing why, it just feels so acceptable to be rude.

Tom squints his eyes and turns to face Tord's bed, he crosses his arms and tilts his head a bit. "I don't even know why you came back.. oh right, for that fucking robot, wasn't it?" Tom smirks at Tord as the latter rolls his eyes. His mood completely different.

"Why are you still holding a grudge about something that was so long ago?" Tord asks, but it feels like he's also asking himself that, not wanting to face the turmoil his unhealed wounds made.