^Vices and Virtues^Tordtom^Biblical au^

Episode 7:Bonding Together

It was the dead of the night, Tord should be asleep to keep maintenance of his human body yet he is still up, reading in his library alone. It felt cold even though the insulation was working just fine, not to mention that he's a being of fire, so why was he experiencing chills?

Tord closed the book and paced around the house silently, he found himself in front of Tom's door with his hand hovering above the doorknob; Tord twisted the knob and saw Tom lying on his stomach while Dante slept on top of him. He let out a shaky sigh as he closed the door again, he then went to his room and slumped on his bed, regret started to pile up in his head, the smell of burning paper filled the room, white smoke emitted from his fingertips; he accidentally burnt the cotton bedsheets, is it really that bad?

Tord pulled the bedsheets off and threw them on a basket, he sat on an armchair and fell asleep there due to exhaustion.

He was back in his intangible form, he found himself inside a chapel where a single pew was erected in the middle, he sighed and sat down to pray.

'Please give me a sign to correct my ways'

Tord woke up with a jolt, something hard hit his head in the middle of the night, the sunlight crept through the window and pointed at a thick book right in front of him. Tord picked the book up and immediately felt his ears burn.

'Father to Son: life lessons on raising a boy by Harry H. Harrison, Jr.'

Tord opened the book and started to skim through it, he grabbed a highlighter and highlighted the important parts. He closed the book with a satisfied clap and started going on with his day. Surely this would be the way to get closer to Tom.

The birds chirping outside woke Tom up, he opened the window and saw several birds sitting on a nearby branch, he picked one off and put it in his mouth to eat. It was annoying how they always sung praises like those Angels every day, they should be thankful for the favor that he's doing.

He put on a black t-shirt and daisy dukes before going downstairs, he headed straight to the kitchen for a glass of water; Tord looked up from his phone and spoke,

"I made you breakfast, good morning"

"sure..."

Tom hesitantly sat down on the table as Tord placed down a plate of toast and a glass of milk in front of him.

"So Tom, sorry about last night, how about we start over and know each other better"

"It's really nothing Tord, you had all the rights to be angry with me and I'm fine with that"

Tom fiddled with the crust of the toast, there were tiny ants crawling on it as well.

"do you want me to cut the crust off?"

Tord froze when he saw Tom glare at him confusingly.

"what? No! I'm 29 years old Tord, why are you trying to daddy me?"

The snarky remark coming from Tom made the entire room silent, Tord started to feel even worse, it was like he was so distant and stupid with everything regarding human interaction. No wonder Edd is his only friend.

"sorry, I just really don't know how to associate with the millennials, and your weird endeavors"

Tom sighed and brushed the crumbs off his hands, he took a sip of the warm milk and licked his lips, he tapped his chin as an idea started to form inside his head. Tord fumbled with his phone playing with the calculator to avoid dwelling in the deafening silence and tension in the room. Tord then remembered something that he highlighted in the book, he cleared his throat getting Tom's attention.