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//Tord's POV//

I was woken up by a loud crash, making me jolt up a little bit. "Wh- huh-?" I blinked slowly, whipping my eyes. The room was dark, per usual. Nothing interesting here. But there mustve been something outside my room, the crash seemingly coming from the living room... There may be like a robber or something, nothing I couldn't handle. I slowly grabbed the closest weapon- or object- so i could be at least somewhat protected. The closest object next to me was a lamp but i settled to go for my small pocket knife. I slowly got out of my warm covers, greeted with the cold, chilled air that surrounded my room. I planted my feet on the carpet and pushed myself off the bed, adjusting my shirt with one hand. I slowly crept out of my room, my door making a very small squeak as I stepped out into the hallway. I held my breath as I tried to make my footsteps as quiet as I could.
As I peered over the corner I saw...
Tom?
"Tom- you shouldn't be out of bed.." I let my breath go. He jumped, trying to get up but he instantly tripped and fell again. I winced at this and walked over to him. I set my pocket knife on the coffee table and sat in front of him- him proceeding to slowly sit up. I looked around, frowning. "Why are you up so late? Where's your cane?"
"I don't need my fucking cane." He snapped at me. I blinked and sighed, "You really do, yknow.." he looked down at me saying this. We both let out a sigh in sync, and I wrapped an arm around his shoulder. He looked up, jumping a bit as he looked to me.
Well.. he more looked the wrong way. I smiled at how cute he was, putting up my other hand to snap in the direction he was supposed to look. He instinctively looked toward the snapping noise- which was up at me. He blushed in a bit of embarrassment- but tried to smile it off.
I huddled close to him, moving my hand under his arm around his chest. "Now, tell me," I began, leaning back on the side of the red couch. "Why are you up so late? It's-" I looked towards the time. "...Around two in the morning."
"I... I really wanted a beer.. I haven't slept yet, and I ran out of my packs in my room..." he sighed and leaned on me- well tried to. He more so had to take a moment before reassuring himself he was doing it right. I chuckled at this a little.
"You can always get me- with your cane of course. You know I put Braille on my door." He sighed and nodded, "I know, I know..."
After a few minutes of silence and cuddling( he even reached up to grab my shoulder and wrap his arms around my neck) I noticed he was asleep. Mainly from his soft snoring and cute, quiet sleep talk. I smiled to myself and looked down at him, kissing his forehead.
"My little, cute, blind, Tommy.."

((Oh by the way the thing that crashed was a vase I forgot to mention.
<insert"No!NottheVase!"here>))

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