I do care....((PaulTord Fanfic))

°•Chapter 2 - Night Part 1•°

After a bit of driving, Paul stopped the truck, and got out. He stared at the apartment building in from of him, quietly closing the door behind himself, as he went over and opened Tord's door for him, just to be nice to his former leader. Tord was fast asleep, which caused the gentle giant to smile yet again, but then his face turned into a more serious one. He had to get out of this parking lot, just in case. This wasn't exactly the nicest part of town, and he had the full knowledge of what kinds of people lived here. Making sure he didn't wake Tord up as he did so, he picked up Tord((and the jacket still wrapped around him)) bridal style, and he closed the door.

He opens the door of the apartment building, stepping in, and letting the door swing closed behind him quietly. Tord didn't stir at all, and kinda just melted into Paul's warmth. Paul started heading up to the apartment. Of course Paul flinched a bit when he heard yelling coming from another apartment, and Tord stirred just slightly, but fell back asleep before Paul calmed him down enough by singing a few words of a song he knew, called 'La Vie En Rose'. It was a pretty song, and Tord loved it, ever since he first heard it. Definitely better than 'Sunshine Lollipops'.

Paul reached his apartment, and he opens the door, careful not to wake the smol sinnamon roll, as he walked inside. He went over to his chair, and carefully set Tord in it, as well as the jacket he was wrapped in. Paul shut the door so no one would get in, and locked it, looking at Tord again. He thought for a moment. Well, he should have some clothes for him to wear, so he could change out of his old ones, and it would hopefully make Tord feel a bit better. Paul walked back to his room, and disappeared into it. He had to find the smallest clothes he had, and hope Tord fit into them fine. He found a shirt, some pants, and a black hoodie that was near Tord's size, but they would probably be a bit big on him as well. Once he was content with his choice, the tall male emerged out of his room, with the clothes in one of his large hands.

He gently nudges his former leader with his hand, trying to be as gentle as possible while doing so

"Come on, Tord....you need to get up...." Paul cooed lightly to the sleeping male, which caused the stirring male to eventually sip up a bit.

"...w...wha....? What's happenin....?" The norski was obviously still very tired, and he rubs his eyes lightly.

"I got some clothes.... For you to change into...." Paul carefully set the clothes onto Tord's lap. Tord looked up at the tall male, and then nods, as Paul told him where the bathroom was. He backed up a little, so Tord could get up. The smol got up, holding the clothes he was given heading to the bathroom, flicking the light on and closing the door behind himself. He leaned against the door for a few seconds, staring at the clothes. It has always been so awkward changing, since he always felt he was being watched somehow. Maybe it was just his army instincts. Tord stopped leaning on the door, and quickly got dressed/changed. The pants and shirt were just a little big on him, but the hoodie was big. The sleeves were too long, so they covered his hands easily. He looked in the mirror. Well, he did look pretty cute in this....many people are attracted to things like this.

Tord eventually turned the light off as he exited the bathroom. Paul was busy taking some medication in the kitchen, apparently using some red wine to to so. He decided not to question him about it, knowing it was probably best to leave him alone. Tord got back up onto the chair, and waited for Paul to come back into the room. He stared around at the apartment's appearance, noticing there wasn't much to see. Weird

"Sorry there isn't much to look at...I prefer my apartment to not be cluttered with stuff I don't need." Paul accidentally made Tord flinch, so Tord's eyes were wide with surprise, "oh uh....sorry for accidentally scaring you, le- Tord...." He almost called Tord leader again. Damnit Paul, he's not your leader anymore. Apparently Paul was still getting used to this, even though it has been a few years

((I'll add more in the morning or something, I'm exhausted))