Stranded

Hug

(Tom's POV)

My lip quivers and a tear runs down my face as he lets out a sigh and looks at his where his hand once was, where now only a stub remains.

Maybe...

Maybe he does mean it...

Maybe it's all my fault he feels like this...

"I don't know." Tord whispers, his voice so quiet he could've been talking to himself. "I don't know anymore."

Before my mind can think, my body acts on its own. I wrap my arms around him, surprising him and myself. He stiffens and I feel his body shudder.

"What are you doing..." He mutters, resting a hand on my arm. He rubs his thumb against my hoodie's fabric, making my cheeks warm up.

He's... Not pushing me away?

"It's called a hug, dumbass." I giggle, making him snort and relax. He puts his legs in front of him and leans back, his head resting on my lap as his gaze finds my eyes.

"I know that, Jehovah." He snickers, a smile quickly replacing his frown. He yawns and crosses his legs, butting his head against my chest slightly.

I don't think he even realizes that he's doing it.

"But why?"

Why?

"Why what?" I ask, petting his fluffy hair and tracing his horns. He makes a noise that sounds like a kitten purring and I can't help but blush slightly.

Damn he's cute like this.

He looks away for a moment, staring out into the sea. His frown settles back again as he looks back at me.

"Why did you save me?"