Finding

(44) Early Morning Conversation

Summary: 

Tord and Claude have a chat about the presence of Tom.

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It was two fucking AM in the morning and Tord was wearing nothing else but a light orange nightgown and black panties underneath it. He walked barefoot on the cold floor as he smoked his cigar and ignored the half-naked snoring Brit that was asleep on his bed.

Tom and he ended up heading back to Claude's penthouse after their talk and retrieving the brunet's things. With their arrival, the duo was surprised to find the Norwegian's father sitting on the living room reading a book.

Claude being the person he was, after a short conversation with Tom alone, told the Brit that if wanted to stay the night or the couple weeks he was welcome.

That is of course, under a few conditions.

But with the way how Tom now slept on his bed, Tord knew that the brunet agreed to whatever his father asked him. Tom even looked mildly happy at the offer so the silvernette didn't say anything when he wanted nothing more but to protest.

"You're thinking so loudly, my dear," Claude remarked as he held open the door to his daughter's room.

Gem green eyes then blinked and Tord then placed down his cigar on an ash tray he has on a desk. "Why are you up so early, Papa?" He queried as he leaves the corner he was standing at and comes closer to the elder.

"I was checking on the both of you. I mean, as much as you trust him, I don't.

I can't have my only daughter sleeping with some guy."

"Papa, that's—" Tord couldn't properly continue what he was saying without pausing a few seconds as he ended up laughing, "You do know that I—I'm not a virgin anymore. Besides, To—Tom and I aren't even in a rela—tionship to end up sleeping together."

"Indeed," Claude remarked dryly as he crossed his arms and stated, "If you aren't in a relationship with him nor do you have an interest with sleeping with him, then why did you allow him to sleep in your room?

You do know that there are three available guest rooms for him to stay in. So, I don't get why you have to let him sleep in the same bed as you."

Worried that Tom might wake up, Tord gestured for his father if they could take things outside. Which fortunately enough, the elder allowed and both light haired men then made out of the room and into the spacious modern white marbled kitchen that was now brightly lit.

"Papa, I'm serious about what I said. Tom and I aren't in a relationship nor do I plan to have sex with him." The silvernette declared as he headed for the fridge and took out a carton of milk and a box full of donuts that were cream filled and covered with confectionary sugar.

"He was formerly your fiancé, Athy. You can't expect me to believe that nothing would happen," the blonde pointed out as he took out glasses and placed them on the kitchen island.

"Thomas was the one who stood by my side all those years, Papa. He was the one courted me and told me that he loves me.

That said, I didn't love him back. I don't love him back and I plan to make him fall in love with somebody else. I mean, it's the right thing to do since I have failed him." Tord explained as he now watched his father sit beside him and pour the milk into the glasses.

Cerulean gem eyes met its green counterpart and Claude sighed. The older Obelia then pinched the bridge of his nose and countered, "You do realize that by having him close to you might probably have the opposite effect to your plans. That, and for him to always hold you so close; I fear that it'll be you who will fall and not him."

"That's impossible. I've been with Thomas for nine years including the time that we were in an official relationship. During those times he held me more than enough and yet my heart did not beat for him nor did I feel the other signs which told me that I was in love with him." The silvernette argued back before he bit onto the donut on his hand.

Again, Claude sighed and the blond finally decided that he might as well let his child do whatever he wanted since he knows that the horned silvernette would probably have plans of his own regarding this matter. Turning his eyes on the still eating person, he begrudgingly conceded, "Fine. Do what you want. That said, if you and him do ever get to the point that you are to be married, you have to inform me first."

A vibrant red blush now came into Tord's cheeks and the horned male had to pound his chest a few times to dislodge the donut that nearly went to his airways. "Seriously, Papa!?" Tord nearly screamed with how high his voice had become.

"I'm just saying things in advance and as precaution. After all, as your father, I want to be the one to know first when my daughter is about to get married and give you my blessings," Claude defended as he laughed slightly at the adorable sight his daughter was making.

"Papa~~" Tord whined at utmost embarrassment for such words and yet the silvernette felt ease knowing that the older man now somewhat accepted his arrangements for Tom. That, even though Claude's thoughts may not fully align with his in this matter, the man now letting things be and not asking question is a great relief for Tord.

Now, with that matter aside, Tord smiled at the blond and asked him how was his day. Father and child were now catching up during their early morning snack and allowed the relaxed pace of the starting day settle their usually busy minds.