^Vices and Virtues^Tordtom^Biblical au^

Episode 11: Devoted Servant, Irritable drama prince

Dante's barking startled Tord, he wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, Tom was asleep with their hands wrapped around Tord's pillow, Tord wiped some of the drool on Tom's face before standing up to see where the ruckus is coming from.

Dante was scratching at the corner of the door, Tord carefully opened the door and saw a box wrapped in white and gold on the doormat, his name was written on it in fancy calligraphy, he picked the box up and opened the message.

"from Heaven, weekly pension of 15k, sorry about your phone so we made a new one just for you"

Tord opened the box and pocketed the phone before walking inside. By the time he got inside the sound of crashing rang through his ears, he immediately ran to the kitchen and saw Tom standing on the counter while several pots and pans were on the floor.

"what are you doing?"

"breakfast, I still want to repay you for what you did"

Tom finally managed to open a cupboard and get his hands on the bottle of olive oil, his body suddenly started falling backward, Tord got to his feet and caught Tom just in time. He placed Tom down carefully and picked up the fallen stuff before facing Tom.

"Tom, you don't have to, your safety is enough besides I don't even eat"

Tom could feel himself immediately burn up from inside, Tord placed a hand on Tom's shoulder and smiled at him brightly, Tom furrowed his eyebrows and was about to slap Tord's face but his hand was blocked by Tord.

"Don't get mad—"

It was awkward, to have someone you have very mixed feelings with, stare you down while holding your right hand. He needed to leave, he needed to leave this cramped house and sort out his feelings. Tom pried his hand off from Tord's grip and turned his back,

"You know what? It's a Monday, I have to go to work"

"with Matt? Tom, he could still be keen about killing you, just call in sick and spend time with me"

"fine, but I'm writing the note"

"Please let me, Mark might not believe you if he realizes that you're just faking since 'a crazy night' really isn't a valid excuse, so just allow me"

Tord's smile made Tom's face heat up, even more, it felt like there was literal sunshine shining on his face; Tom fiddled with his fingers and felt nothing inside his pocket...right, lost phone and bag, lost in the club where Matt tried to kill him.

Dante rushed to the kitchen to quickly aid Tom, trying to cough up a phone but to his dismay, only a sorry note appeared from his Dad, Tord's face suddenly lights up at the sudden realization, he has won this argument, it felt like he the child of a divorcee writing excuses to spend some time with them while they can. Tord pulls out this new phone from his pocket and opens it carefully, Tom peeks through his shoulder to see what Tord was typing.

"how do you know his number? I don't remember telling you"

"I took the time to read a phone book...Done, how about we go look for some of your lost stuff?"

"This is something I can do myself, there's no 'we' in this"

"But what if Matt suddenly attacks you, you're in no condition to fight, so let me go with you"

"fine, let me just dress out of your shirt"

Tom left the kitchen feeling ticklish inside, he needed to scream out loud, he was so confused and frustrated, he closed his door behind him and rolled into a ball. He pulled Tord's shirt over his head and looked at it, was Tord doing things out of pity?