Chris rang Tom's door bell. He knew that he was home alone, for Lenny and Theresa were at Robert's funeral. Tom had refused to attend it, as Lenny had reported to Chris, who now used the opportunity to speak to his... friend. They hadn't talked since the night, Tom got his second burn mark.
Chris pressed the bell a second time, and hoped that Tom would respond the door soon. About thirty seconds passed, before he heard the shifting of a key in the hole and the door was opened.

Tom's breathing turned shallow when he saw the tall, blonde man standing in the door way. He felt how hot tears started building in his eyes at the sight of his... boyfriend. "Chris", he breathed out, before stepping forward and closing him in a tight embrace. He felt how Chris returned it, and heard a deep chuckle out of his throat. Somehow Tom felt safe right now. Even though the back of his mind screamed at him to punch Chris and shut the door in his face as quick as possible, he simply could not do it. He wanted to be right here. Right here with the person who cared about him the most. Stupid idiot, came the screaming again, you should be fucking running! Remember what he did to you! But Tom couldn't. Tom couldn't let this moment go. He didn't have anyone else in this world to take care of him, did he? No-one who would care if he was still alive. No-one who could protect him if he felt unsafe. Don't you remember the pain? No, he didn't. He simply blocked the voice and closed his eyes. He felt just like a little child again, after he had had an argument with Robert he would always have run to Chris, who would have hugged and comforted him, and told him that, as long as he told him everything that was important, his whole world would be fine.

"Harry!", Will called as he opened his room's door. "Harry, have you heard something from Tom?"
Harry looked up from a book, he was reading and sighed. "No, William, I haven't."
"No reason to be so snappy." Will sounded slightly offended. He sat down next to Harry and took a deep breath, while he ran one hand over his face.
"Man, you really are worried", Harry stated matter-of-factly.
"Yes. I mean- no. I just... I haven't seen him in four days."
"Maybe he'ths juthst buthsy."
Will shrugged. He couldn't actually imagine Tom engaged into anything that would take away his time to do all kinds of stupid things.
"You could juthst go out and vithsit him", Harry suggested now, and Will nodded slightly.
"Yes, maybe I should. Do you by any chance know, where he lives?"
He raised his eyebrows at Harry, to demonstrate how not-thought-through his suggestion had been, but Harry simply nodded.
"Yeths, I do. I could show it to you."
Will smiled happily.
"That would be incredibly kind of you."
He got up, followed by Harry, who grinned. "You're not aths grumpy aths you told me, you'd be."
Will grinned back.
"Maybe not."