Little know fact, Tord was a cry baby. Only a few people had seen Tord cry. He hadn't really cried (on the outside) since he was a child. However the few times he got drunk, he cried.
He cried over the stupidest shit. Edd had once told him he was adopted as a joke while Tord was drunk. Tord cried himself to sleep that night. A stranger told him his accent was stupid when he was drunk. He cried himself to sleep. Tord was secretly a huge cry baby.
It had been a very hard day for Tord. Normally Tord would just masterbate in the shower and be over it, but for some reason it didn't work today. While digging in the fridge for dinner, he noticed some of Tom's alcohol. He figured, Why not? I mean it had been a hard day. And thusly swiped bottle from the fridge.
Tord didn't really care that much for Smearnoff, but today was an extremely difficult day. He sat in his bed eating his dinner and drinking the alcohol. Mindless he put on a show he had seen a thousand times.
Tord should've known better than to take his roommate's alcohol, especially considering that Tom didn't really like him. Tord drank about half of the bottle before feeling a little tipsy. Figuring he'd had enough, he brought it back. Just as Tom was peering into the fridge.
"Where the fuck-" Tom started to say as he spun around and saw Tord holding it. If Tom has eyes, you'd swear you could've seen hell fire in them. Tom took the bottle from Tord and placed it on he counter. Taking Tord by the collar, he got inches away from the other man's face.
"Don't ever touch my shit." He growled. Tord couldn't help the tears building up. In his regular state of mind he would've fought with Tom, yet here he was crying.
Tom froze. His face said just how shocked he was. He let go of Tord. Tord shrank away. "Sorry." He mumbled.
"Me too." Tom said. Tord looked at him surprised.
Normally Tom was the aggressor of the two. Starting after Tord did little shit that he sometimes didn't know he'd blow up about. He blinked hard trying to get his tears under control. God, why did he have to be such a cry baby?
They stood there awkwardly for a little. Tord's intoxicated mind played back all the times Tom had blew up on him. The one question that prevailed in his mind was, "Why do you hate me?"
Both he and Tom were surprised by the sudden blurt out. "I don't hate you." Tom replied almost immediately. "I just have anger issues. You're the only one in the house who I don't have an emotional tie with so.. you end up being my target."
More tears fell down Tord's cheeks. Part of him hated that he was doing this. He didn't like to cry. He wasn't weak. Everyone knew Tord wasn't weak. Yet, he felt so weak.
"I'm sorry." Tom said softly.
Tord didn't say anything. If he spoke all that would come out would sobs. He just nodded. Tom turned around and grabbed Tord tissues. "You should probably go ay down." He told him.
Tord took them and blew his nose. Tord simply nodded and turned to go to his room. He didn't expect Tom to follow, yet he did. Tord laid down in his bed and Tom sat on the end. They didn't speak. All they did was watch the show he had on mindlessly.
Tord woke up the next morning with a headache. Rolling over he saw a glass of orange juice and some medicine. A little note had been left next to the pills.
Take this. Helps with headaches.
-Tom
Tord took it and laid back down. Well, he guessed they were on a better foot now.
