It was the middle of the night, but a dark figure sitting on the couch was wide awake. He sat perfectly still, seeming to be waiting for something. Sure enough, about half an hour later, he heard something from outside, then stood up abruptly. He went to the door and opened it, not worried at all, as he already knew who it was. In the dim light from the moon, he could see two other males, both in uniform; Pau and Pat.
"Hello, Red Leader." Pau muttered, dropping his gaze to the ground. It was obvious he felt bad about something. Pat just stood there, staying quiet, as they all knew what was going on. Tord just looked between the two soldiers for a moment before shaking his head slightly, looking away. "When do I have to go back permanently?" He asked softly, regret laced in his tone. "One week, sir." It was Pat who answered, after an uneasy glance at Pau.
Tord just nodded, stepping back. "God, I've gone soft.." He whispered, putting a hand over his heart, as if it was hurting. He would have to leave Tom, and it wouldn't be pretty when he found out.
They talked for a few more minutes in hushed voices, then Pau and Pat left, leaving Tord in the living room alone. He took a shaky breath, taking a seat on yhr couch.
"So. Care to explain some things 'Red Leader?'" A voice behind him growled. Tord whipped around, then his eyes widened when he saw Tom, leaning against the wall of the hallway, but having a clear view of what happened. Tord stayed silent for a moment, racking his brain for a good excuse. He opened his mouth to say something, but Tom cut him off, sending a sharp glare in his direction. "Don't even try to talk your way out of this, Tord."
The red-clad male flinched slightly, then stared at his hands, inhaling sharply. He knew he couldn't lie anymore, and he would just take the consequences. "..Fine." He made eye contact with Tom, then furrowed his eyebrows slightly, looking away. "Everything that happened.. these past few days was all an act.. to get you to trust me, make it seem as if I saved you at the army base- so I can get closer to you.. but- it was all just to get closer to you.. I-I know it was a really fucked-up thing to do.." He trailed off, his voice cracking slightly. "And I-I'm sorry, Tom.."
As he was talking, he didn't realize Tom had walked over, and was standing directly in front of him, staring down at him with a blank expression. So many thoughts were running through his head; Regret, guilt, anxiety— all becoming overwhelming.
Tom, on the other hand, was feeling all of his hate and anger towards the other male boiling in his stomach, making him unaware of anything else, except the fact that Tord had merely used him. "I was an idiot to ever trust you, commie." He spat out the last word as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. "All you are is a shitty person who will never be remembered as anybody." With that, he grabbed Tord by the front of his hoodie and threw him to the ground. He was breathing heavily, and glaring at Tord with a look of pure hatred. "I should fucking kill you right now, do the world a favor."
Tord had stayed silent through all of this, only with a small squeak as he was shoved down. He stayed where he was, looking up at Tom. He knew that Tom would be merciful to kill him, but he let his gaze fall to the ground. "You don't even have anything to say for yourself?" Tom scoffed, kicking him in the side. "Get out." He hissed. "And don't even think about trying to come back, or I swear to God I'll kill you as slowly and painfully as I can."
Tord didn't hesitate. He stood up slowly, making sure to back away from Tom. He edged towards the door, looking at the other male for a moment. He looked away, then quickly opened the door and left, starting to walk away from the house. He shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets, staring at the ground. Hot tears trailed down his cheeks as he thought of everything that had happened in the past few days, and how he had genuinely felt towards Tom. It was all gone now, because of his stupid mistakes. He shook his head. I'm too pathetic to even pity myself.
Tom, meanwhile, had locked himself in his room as he normally would have. Within a few hours he was drunk, slumped over his desk, just crying softly. There were broken bottles strewn around the room, which he had thrown in a fit of rage at what had happened. Now, all his anger was gone, replaced with pure sadness. He had thought that Tord had actually changed, and he was an idiot to have thought that. Drunk thoughts swirled around his head, and he couldn't focus on just one thing, so he let his thoughts wander, as he slipped into an uneasy sleep.
