"Im sorry.." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, staring at the ground as the two talked from their windows, "I-...Dont love you anymore.." Tord paused, processing it, "You don't mean that, Tom." The Norwegian boy immediately protested gripping onto the windowsill. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't mean that!" The Jehovah's eyes slowly moved to his, locking them. "I don't love you anymore, Tord."