Finding

(3) Conversation [Part 1]

Warm.

Tord felt so warm and comfortable that he could vaguely guess where he was now.

He was now probably in Tom's quarters being embraced by the said damned Brit while he slept.

"Things are really getting out of hand," the Norski internally mused as he opened his eye and turned to stare at the still sleeping man.

"Whatever it is that we have is getting out of hand."

Smiling gently at Tom, he gently traced the man's visor free and lax features with his human fingers and recalled about what the brunet mentioned to him last night.

Love.

The stupid idiot was so keen on thinking that he loved him but Tord knew that wasn't the truth.

He knew he didn't because if he did truly love the Brit then why wouldn't his heart beat fast whenever he sees him? Why would he still be able to think of other things and not the man beside him?

He didn't love Tom romantically.

It was more like he got used to him and the annoying man's weird advances.

With the past eight years that Tom stood by his side and the five of them being some kind of relationship with benefits, the leader of the Red Army could honestly say that he just got used to Tom like he got used to his robotic left hand.

It was there for a reason; for his convenience, for his pleasure and for his own interests.

The bastard was more of his companion and confidant of sorts but never truly someone he loved and would sacrifice himself for. That's just it, nothing else.

He could definitely sleep with someone else.

He wasn't tied down to him.

But why did Tom think that he loved him?

Was he getting too soft?

Admittedly, the Brit could play his body as fiddle. The taller knowing all his sensitive areas and knows how to exploit them.

Nonetheless, he didn't have any feelings for the man aside from being his rival and friend like they used to be when they were younger.

"Does Tom have feelings for me?" He quietly asked himself before shaking his head.

That was impossible.

It would probably be more like the pineapple-bowling ball hybrid was assuming things just to try and make fun of him again. Thinking otherwise would just be a waste of time and another source of frustration since he wouldn't be able to get another reason why.

Sighing at the thought, he turned back to focus on Tom's face.

Thinking about how Tom aged well enough even with all the things that has happened to him through the years. Add in the brunet's heavy interests with alcohol and the cancer he had, Tord sometimes wondered how the annoying man could still be alive.

"Maybe it's because of the monster DNA," he quietly muttered since it technically gave the eyeless man a faster healing ability and immunity to certain sorts of diseases.

Nonetheless, Tom did look good.

Maybe if the Brit was a bit taller, say about 6 ft. 5' then things would be perfect for the 5 ft. 9' Norski. But instead, Tom was just taller than him by an inch which seriously was one of the reasons he nearly turned down them being something with benefits.