Finding

(5) Understanding

Summary:

Tord gains an understanding of what Tom is willing to give for his interests.

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After that conversation, days had been now tensed and Tord was starting to regret the fact that he even asked Thomas that day.

Thomas was now somehow openly pursuing him and well...that somehow made the Norski's mood all the more plummet.

They were the leaders of a large and vast empire. Such open displays of feelings should never happen.

It was wrong.

It was definitely wrong.

But Thomas wasn't one to be deterred and pursued harder.

The Brit was anything but stubbornly persistent.

So here they were now.

Once again in the confines of his office as they were going on their work.

Him going over development proposals while Thomas does his own share of paperwork.

The room they were in was far too quiet than it was usually supposed to be.

"How were you able to leave? How were you able to become an Obelia?" The taller man suddenly questioned which had Tord blinking his single functioning eye and wondering if this was once again another one of Thomas' ploys to make him love him.

Blinking a couple more times, Tord continued his work and replied, "I got out by killing the staff and went into hiding. I hid for a couple of days and stowed myself away into America which by some miracle had me meeting my father and getting accepted by him."

"So, wait, he just knew and accepted you just at first glance? That kind of thing?"

"It was the call of blood, Thomas. Apparently, my blood and the thing inside of me sang in recognition when we first met. It was what made him acknowledge me as his child."

"And your mom didn't know about this kind of shit?"

"She's nothing more but a biological donor, Thomas. That, and she didn't know because she was too high on drugs to know that my father did her. In her mind it was just some stupid random guy in a high-class druggie party who knocked her up."

"You hate her," the Brit lamely remarked which had the silvernette snorting.

"Hate? That's such a weak term for what I feel for that woman.

If anything, I loathe her. I despise her. I definitely abhor her."

"And your father, Commie?"

Tord then put down his work at such a question and focused on the other man; wondering what was the brunet's real objective for this interrogation.

"I care for my father, Thomas. He was a nice man and did his best to cherish me. In a way, you could even say that I loved him even if he died early. After all, he died just to save me.

He was my Papa. He always did his best to understand me and was quite rather willing to spoil me."

"Well...As much as you used the terms of explaining your love for your dad like that as a mere approximation, you still used the term love."