Tom woke up feeling better than he ever had. A few aches and some pain from his injuries. Tom yawned and looked around the room.

He noticed Tord on the ground. "He looks so uncomfortable and cold." Tom frowned.

Tom picked him up and set him on the bed, struggling a little on lifting him. He looked around for a blanket, but he set Tord on top of the blanket.

"Oh, come on," Tom huffed. He pulled the blanket from under Tord, almost making him fall off, but lucky he did fall off. Tom tucked him in and triumphed.

Tom gave a huge grin, only to realize he was tired again. He looked at the bed. "I'm sure he won't mind," Tom said.

Tom crawled beside Tord and under the blanket. Before he passed out, he hugged.

Later that day, Edd walked in to wake them up for brunch. "Tord are-" Edd was cut off by the scene of Tom and Tord.

Edd got a huge grin and pulled out his phone. He took a bunch of photos. Maybe even enough to take up all of the storage on his phone.

"They're both going to be so mad; it's going on the fridge. Well, maybe it should be in a class of unbreakable fireproof, waterproof, and shatter resistance. " Edd had a smile ear to ear as he was about to print it.

Edd walked out of the room, closed the door, and went to make brunch.

A few minutes later, Tord woke up. He went to rubble his eyes to find one of them preoccupied. He looked down at the arm to see Tom hugging him.

"I'm still dreaming; there's no way," Tord muttered to himself in disbelief.

He rubbed his hand through Tom's hair to see if he was dreaming. When he did, it was extremely soft, softer than a cloud probably.

Tord's eyes widened at how soft his hair was. "Good morning, Tord," Tom said, not even opening his eyes.

"Good morning, Tom," Tord said awkwardly. He knew that when Tom got his memories back and saw this, he was going to beat him to a pulp.

Tord pulled his hand out of Tom's hair. "Nooooo, don't stop…" Tom said, trying to find his hand in the dark. "Can you let my arm go?"Tord asked.

"No." Tom pouted. Tord frowned and ruffled Tom's hair. Tom gave a smile. "You have such a gentle touch," he mumbled before falling back asleep.

Tord chuckled, "Did get you drunk? You don't sound like Tom," Tom didn't move, giving him the response of his light snores.

Tord took his hand out of Tom's hair and looked over at the door. Edd stood there, taking a video of what had happened. Tord's face turned as red as his hoodie. "I got it all," Edd said, smiling.

Tord would yell if it wasn't for Tom sleeping. Edd ran off into the kitchen, leaving the two. Tord sighed in defeat. He put his hand in Tom's hair before passing back out.

It was around 2 PM. when Tom woke up. He stretched his arms and sat up. Tord's hand slipped down Tom's back, sending shivers down his spine as he sat up.

He looked at Tord to see him in the half asleep half awake stage. Tom stood up and stretched his legs. Shortly after, Tord woke up.

"What a weird dream…" Tord muttered to himself. "What was your dream about?" Tom asked

"I um, I'd rather not say," Tord flushed. "Did you sleep well?" Tord asked, changing the subject. Tom nodded his head as he smiled.

"Why was your hand in my hair?" Tom asked as he stood next to the bed. "It wasn't a dream," Tord told himself as he stared at his hand.

Tom cocked an eyebrow at Tord. Tord reached his hand towards Tom. "Sit down in front of me," Tord ordered Tom.

Tom sat down in front of Tord. Tord's hand ruffled his hand through Tom's hair. "So soft!" Tord muttered to himself as his eyes lit up.

"You have such a nice touch," Tom complimented. Tom's stomach then growled. "Let's get some food," Tord said, standing up.

They walked to the kitchen to see Edd sitting there with a massive grin on his face. There were two plates next to each other full of bacon across the table from Edd.

"How'd you sleep?" Edd said as his grin got bigger. "Good, you?" Tom asked, completely obvious. "Come, sit down and eat." Edd offered.

Tom sat down as Tord followed. "Sorry, it's a bit cold. I didn't want to wake you," Edd apologized, staring at Tord. Tord felt a bead of sweat fall down his face.

"That's fine. I don't mind. You seem in a good mood. Did something happen?" Tom asked. "Nothing much, how's the bacon?" Edd asked.

"Delicious, thank you," Tom said as he ate the bacon. Tord ate his bacon in silence when Edd would ask a question Tom would answer it like an idiot.

Once they were done, Tord walked off to his room as Tom kept talking to Edd. "I think something is up with Tord. I'm going to go check on him," Tom stated as he excused himself from the table.

When they got to the room, Tord sat down and started working on fixing the gun. "Is something wrong?" Tom asked.

"Why are you being so clingy?" Tord asked, frustrated. "I thought we were best friends," Tom said, confused. As the words left Tom, a light bulb lit up in Tord's head

"Tom, how old are you?" Tord asked, taking a break from the gun. "Five, I think. I only remember my fifth birthday," Tom admitted sheepishly.

"That makes a lot of sense now," Tord muttered to himself as continued to work on the gun. "Tord?" Tom asked.

"You go watch TV with Edd and Matt. I'm going to be busy, and I don't want you falling asleep because then you're not going to sleep tonight." Tord chuckled at the thought of Tom being the only one awake at some random time at night.

Tom then walked out and came back in around 2 minutes after he left. He grabbed a wood plank, a notebook, and crayons. "I'll just doodle," Tom said with a smile.

The sound of tinkering and crayons on wood filled the room. Nothing was said between the two.

Tord was around halfway done with what he thought would give Tom back his memories.

"If I pull an all-nighter, then maybe I can finish this by tomorrow," Tord mumbled to himself. He looked back at Tom and saw a drawing of blue and red.

Tord chuckled; he couldn't wait to see what it'll turn into. He turned back the gun with a little bit more determination to hurry.

Tom on the other hand was so excited to show Tord the drawing he wanted to finish it quickly, but he didn't want to distract him so he decided he'll make a bunch of small drawings that pull together.

They were all like stick figures with different hats and weapons; two of them were him and Tord. Tom made sure none of them were blue and red except them.

He's going to hate it.

Tom shot up from the sound of the harsh voice. 'Who said that?' Tom asked himself. It didn't sound like Tord, and he was the only one in the room. The only other sounds were of Tord fixing the gun and some TV shows in the background.

'Maybe it was the TV? Yeah, it was the TV.' Tom told himself to calm his nerves.

It's terrible. Why do you think Tord's going to like it?

It went again. Tom looked around. Tord took notice and stopped his work to see what was wrong with Tom.

'Well, it's not the TV, but what else could it be?' Tom asked himself.

You. It's you. It's always you.

Tom felt like it was kind of right and looked at the drawing. Tears pulled at the corner of Tom's eyes.

"Tom? Are you good?" Tord asked. Tom looked at him.

Tell him, and he'll hate you more.

'But he does hate me.'

That's what you think, brat.

'What do you mean, I think? I know he doesn't hate me.'

Yeah, sure, he looooves you. If he loved you, then why has he asked almost every time for you to leave him alone?

'He didn't ask me to leave him alone.'

He didn't say exactly that. But his tone and wording.

'I-I don't believe you! Tell me when!'

He asked you to hang out with Edd and Matt. He said it's because you'd fall asleep, but do you believe that?

'He does hate me…'

You're the last thing he wants to deal with. So just stop. Stop trying, stop living.

Tom lost the battle between himself and the voice. He stood up and started to walk out of the room.

"Tom?" Tord asked, concerned. One second tears threatened to fall down, and now he had a stone-cold face. Tom reached into his hoodie grabbing his blade.

"Fuck! Tom!" Tord yelled, grabbing the blade before Tom could do any more harm. In the process, Tord got a deep but small cut on his hand.

"How did you know that was in there? And what were you about to do?" Tord asked, concerned for the Brit's health.

Tom snapped out of his trance and tears fell down his face. He looked at Tord with a face of fear. Tom put his hand on his arms squeezing tightly. Not enough for it to bleed through.

"I don't know, I think I was going to-" Tom was cut off. The air around him seemed to evaporate.

"Tom? Tom? Tom!" Tord yelled. Tom fell to the ground. Water droplets fell on Tom's face as they fell from Tord's. Soon everything faded to black.