"'Cause you are water twelve feet deep, and I am boots made of concrete..." - He didn't think there could of been another word aside from horrendous that would of perfectly described how utterly wrong Tom had felt at that exact moment. Maybe nauseous. There was not a doubt in his mind there that he was indeed, already sickly from standing in front of the gray, metallic door right in front of his nose, as the pale-faced Brit took an anxious and cautious step backwards from the unwelcoming atmosphere already radiating off of the apartment door before him. Here goes nothing. yes i'm uploading my ao3 fic onto wattpad and yeah the title's based from tfb lol