This gon be a short chapter, apologies.
(Tom's POV)

I'm in my own apartment. Decided I didn't want to be there when the commie arrived. It's a bit of a mess in here. I'm too lazy to clean up though, and I go to sit on my couch. After turning on the tv and lazily flipping through channels, I get bored and go to my room. With an even bigger mess, I walked toward my precious bass, Susan. I delicately pick her up and start to pluck at the strings. A tune starts to flow out of her without me planning to. It was a bit melancholy. I continue to play for a few minutes when I heard a knock on my apartment door. I carefully put Susan down and go to open the door. I crack it open and immediately shut it.

It was the commie bastard.

"Hey, Witness, aren't you happy to see me again?" Tord asks in a teasing manner through the door.
"Shut it commie." I reply with venom.
"Edd told me to get you. He wants to talk to you."
"Then why did you come and get me?" I asked, putting stress in the you.
"Just get over here."

I grumble a bit and open the door. I walk past him and to Edd's apartment. He followed behind me. Opening the unlocked door, I ask to the green hoodie wearing man,
"What do you want?" He sighs before saying,
"Okay, Tom, I know you and Tord don't have the best relationship, but I kind of need him to stay with you in your apartment..." he says a bit hesitantly.
"WHAT? I am NOT letting sunshine lollipops over here stay with me!" I exclaim, pointing at Tord with a bit of anger. He scowled back at me. "Why can't he stay with you?"
"Matt's gonna stay with me. He forgot where his keys were and I decided this would probably be best." Edd explained. "Besides, your apartment is bigger." He said with a tone of finality. I couldn't argue anymore, it's already been settled. I guess I'll have to deal with it. I groan before saying,

"Get your shit norski. You're gonna sleep on the couch."