Forgiven Sorrows

Taking a Liking

Later that day Tord woke up to a monstrous amount of notifications and texts from Pat and Paul, he threw his phone across the room and continued his pointless sleep.

right as he was falling asleep again Tom burst through his door

"HOLY FU*K, TORD, WAKE UP!!!"

Tord fell out of the warmth of his soft bed and stood up quickly in shock.

"TOM, WHAT THE FU*K?!!?!!"

"THERE ARE TWO MEN OUTSIDE WITH GUNS DEMANDING TO SEE YOU, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!"

Tord would bring his palm up to his forehead making a loud slap noise

"Stay calm, it's nothing.."

"THEY HAVE, GUNS, TORD, GUNS."

"Look, I have guns everywhere, yet you don't freak out."

"WELL I DONT KNOW THOSE PEOPLE SO FU*K OFF."

"Just go back to your room, Tom."

Tom stuck out his tongue

"Fine."

Tord stumble to the door

"Ugh, what do guys want?"

"We want you back at the army, Tord."

"Again, I refused to come back."

"Oh we know.."

Suddenly Tord felt a strong hand pull him back as Paul and Pat attempted to grab him out of the doorway

Tord flung around to see who it was, it was Tom, Tord's eyes lit up

"Jesus, what was their problem?"

Tord felt a light tickle of warmth cover his cheeks as they turn as red as his hoodie

"Uh.... Tord? You okay?"

"Huh? YEAH, yeah, I'm fine.."

"Okay, good."

Tom helped Tord up as they both walked their separate ways to their own rooms.

The thing was

Tord realize what he thought about Tom