Shouldn't Have [TomTord]

Chapter Thirteen

Tom has a bad time at the councilor's.
TW for descriptive vomiting.

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It's an awkward and long walk, but they eventually make it up to the floor where their session will be held. They don't even bother walking in at the same time, Tord being already a couple paces in front of Tom. When they arrive, the councilor shouts at them from another room to make themselves comfortable.

At the doorway of the apartment, Tom can see several things that he's sure no councilor should have in their office. Pictures of a happy family, cat toys littered about, and brightly colored couches. Tom is already having a headache and he's only just walked in. He shouldn't have dressed up for this.

"Oh, hello!" A short, petite lady walks into the room that Tom and Tord are standing it, "I thought I had different company today... uh... what day is it?"

"It's Tuesday, Ma'am." Tord answers.

Already Tom can tell that this lady is going to be a kook. How is she supposed to be helping two people with their problems when she can't even remember what day it is?

"Ah, yes. You guys are Tim and Tord, correct?" The lady asks.

"It's Tom." He can't himself from growing an attitude at the lady. How in the world can she remember a name like 'Tord' and yet mess up on one of the most basic names there are in the world? He hates councilors.

"Sorry, sorry!" The lady waves her hand up in the air. "Why don't we sit down? Please, chose any seat."

Tord already goes to sit down on a long, three person couch. Tom, on the other hand, doesn't want to sit next to him after that whole fiasco in the stairwell. So, instead, the no-eyed man chooses to sit on an uncomfortable, single chair.

The lady sits on a tiny stool that is directly in front of the couches that Tom and Tord have sat themselves on.

"Alright, so to start this off: My name is Ms. Minty. Now that we got that out of the way, why don't you tell me the problem here?" Ms. Minty gestures to the two men and awaits their reply.

It's silent for a couple seconds, probably with them both expecting the other to answer, but eventually Tord sighs loudly and opts to give an explanation.

"We don't get along." Tord explains this so easily, as if this is the only problem. It isn't, however. By far, this is only the base layer of the amount of problems that stir deep within their passionate and hateful relationship.

"I can see from how far away you sit from each other." Ms. Minty smiles gently in the direction of Tord, completely ignoring Tom. God, did Edd tell this woman something about him that made her favor Tord more? What the fuck is this?

"Yeah, well, that's that." Tom mutters, slumping back in his chair.

"That isn't that! I need to understand why you hate each other and how it all started!" Ms. Minty all but practically scolds Tom, shaking a finger at him as if some disapproving mother. Seriously, what the fuck is this? Why is he being treated like a piece of shit?

"Because he's an asshole." Tom bites his tongue to stop himself from saying 'and so are you'.

"Okay, no cussing in here, please." The lady is glaring at Tom now.

What. The fuck. Is up. With. This Bitch?

"That's the problem, Ma'am. My buddy here... can be very rude." Tord gestures to Tom and it's obvious that's he's trying to win the side of the councilor. He's sweet talking and using a sweet tone that Tom finds himself hating. He hates how Tord is just talking to her as if they're already close friends, sharing information about how much of a jackass Tom is.