Sad Birds Still Sing [TomTord]

Chapter Two~ Bittersweet

One fat lug sat on Toms couch.

The figure shuffled awkwardly, refusing to meet Toms gaze. The figure snorted and shoved his pale arms into his pockets, Tom sighed.

"Alright Tord what the fuck are you doing here?" Tom had sneered, 'Tord' gave a half hearted smile, "I was just here to visit an old friend and apologize" he retorted, but his words sounded sincere, Tord sighed, still feeling a bit awkward. Of course he was out of place, he didn't belong here.

Tom wanted to facepalm Tord for him.

"Okay okay Commie, come on. Tell me the REAL reason you are here." Tom knew he felt sorry, he just wanted to bullshit Tord a little more, especially since nothing really happened with Tom anymore, getting drunk and spending a night curled in a blanket everyday kinda gets boring.

Tord sighed and looked down, his expression grim. "Listen Thomas I get I've done some stuff but I'm sorry, ya just gotta help me here" Tord almost fell to his knees, he seemed so pathetic, and Tom just couldn't keep his thoughts to himself.

"Alright Dogface what do you want, tell me before I kick you and your pathetic ass outside using nothing but a spoon" although the threat sounded a bit humorous Tord found this no laughing matter, he immediately felt gratitude wash over him.

"Thank you thank you!" Tord had nearly screamed, Tom just groaned in annoyance.

"Well er you see" Tord began, speech slow and unsteady. "My latest invention had got loose, and destroyed my home base.." he trailed off, Tom suspected a robot, what else would it be?

"Alright, if a place to stay is what you need stay somewhere else." Tom groaned, he glared at Tord, Tord squeaked.

"Tom please you gotta hear me out here I'll do whatever just give me a place to stay! I have no money n-no friends I-I've lo-" "Shut up" Tom cut Tord off, a low growl and a threatening hand ready to punch Tord, Tord shrunk into his seat.

"I'll let you stay here but you're taking the couch. If you complain you're sleeping on the porch with nothing but the clothes you own" Tom grunted, a small nod from Tord was all Tom needed.

Tom walked away for a few moments only to come back with a few blankets and a pillow, tossing them at Tord who struggled to catch them, the pillow whacking him in the face.

"Alright you got a place to stay, but for how long?" Tom asked, shuffling to the kitchen. Tord flipped around to face Tom, a small confused glance on his face, he was actually quite concerned about how long it would take for him to get back on his feet too.

"Give it two weeks...? I promise I'll be out by then!" Tord shrunk again, covering his face. Tom sighed, he felt vulnerable for some reason.

"Alright fine"

Tord smiled, inhaling the scent of the pillow, it smelled like lavender, a sweet scented soap.

"Thank you soldier" Tord whispered, he felt like he could cry, but this time it wouldn't be pain.