They spent that night in Toms bed. But they had faced away from eachother, Toms request.

Tord laid restless next to him, shifting around constantly trying to get comfortable. Tom lightly snored beside him, perfectly fine. It made him jealous.

Truth be told, he still felt guilty about the whole bar thing. And couldn't believe Tom had let him off so quickly. 
It was almost like Tom wasn't truly offended that he had slept with someone? Like he just wanted to use that night to make a point about Tord never telling the truth.

And he was right, Tom wasn't offended. He was hurt, but not jealous. In his head, he had thought it over and over again,

'I can't make him satisfied like that.'

As long as he's known Tord, he always knew he was one to sleep around.
That single thought used to keep him up at night. The thought that Tord may never want him like he wanted others.
But after a while, he'd grown used to it and accepted it.

•••

Long into the night Tords phone rang on the nightstand. He grunted and rolled over to pick it up.

                    "What now? It's like 2 in the morning!" He hissed into the phone as he tried to collect himself.

"We've been waiting for your arrival all day, leader. I thought I'd just call to see what was going on." 

Tord rubbed the sleep from his eyes and went into the bathroom so he wouldn't wake the smaller man.
                   "I told you Patryk, he needed me here. I can't just leave him to rot? What kind of person would that make me?!"

"You're already a murderer, I do not see what difference it would make if he died too. But anyways, you need him here Tord. Not there."

                    "I know this, we've already talked about this once Pat. But like I've said, I don't want to do this to him. He's so sensitive! He'd hate me." Tord spoke, referring to Tom. His heart sunk as he pictured how he'd react to the plans.

"Do you want this plan to work or not? Because by the looks of it right now I'd say your not to sure."

Tord sighed.
                      "No! That's not it...I just..were not exactly in good terms as it is."

"Boo hoo, he'll forgive you eventually. You need to do this soon leader. We're running out of time."

Tord looked at the reflection of the small lump on the bed behind him in the mirror. He chewed his lip and continued.
                       "I'll be over soon."

•••

Tord kept him wrapped up in his comforter as he carried him out to the car.
Tom didn't even stir. He'd always been a heavy sleeper.

He held him on his hip as he approached the base. He opened the steal doors and went to the next set, placing his hand on the scanner and then punching in numbers on the keypad.

Everyone that was still awake gave him questioning looks and even giggled. Tord just rolled his eyes and continued on his way. Also trying to shush his men by a finger to his lips.

Tords hands shook as he opened his office. He was so nervous about this whole plan he thought he'd be sick. Tord shifted Tom to his other hip and went through a drawer in his desk, looking for a key.

Tom woke up in a softer setting. Brighter lights surrounded him, a softer mattress beneath him.
He shot up from the bed and took in the new surroundings, his eyes adjusting slowly.

It was no where he'd ever been before.
Clean pale walls and a fluffy white carpet. A full king mattress with a canopy, a thick white comforter covering it.
Everything was so clean it made him uncomfortable.

'What is all of this? Where the hell am I?'

Tom moved around the room to search for things that could help him place where he was.

'I was with Tord last night. How did I end up here?'

The tall white dressers were empty, and even the bathroom.

He patted his pockets in search of his phone and found nothing.

On the night stand there was a folded note.
Tom could tell who had written on it by the handwriting.

'He's always had such nice handwriting.'

Tom,

I need you to be up before 1030. And if your not up by then I'm coming to wake you up myself.
I'd like you to shower and put on the clothes I left on the toilet seat for you. There is toiletries inside of the mirror cabinet.
You've already missed breakfast, so I'm coming to get you at 11 for lunch.

Look nice, play nice. Im not tolerating any child behavior today.

- Tord.

At first, Tom didn't believe what he'd read. So he scanned back through it a few more times.
His heart raced at his predicament. Not only had he no idea where he was, Tord was becoming stern with him through a note.

What had he done wrong?

•••

Tom showered and got dressed. He wore a grey sweater with a white collar button up underneath and white jeans that fit just a bit to snugly.

He nervously sat at the end of the bed facing the door, waiting for Tord to come back. Tom fiddled with his thumbs a bit and bounced on the mattress when the door finally opened.

Tord walked in and stood taller over him. He had been dressed in his blue trench coat.

He held a hand out to Tom, who almost considered not taking it but took it anyways.

They walked through halls together, passing many people. Tom recognized just exactly where they were because of the tile floor.
"Tord, why are we here?" He spoke softly.

Tord looked down at him and almost melted on the spot.
He'd been anxiously waiting for this day so long and he hadn't ever imagined Tom to take it so well.

'But here he is being all cute and shit and not fucking attacking me'

He'd even put on the outfit he'd set out for him.

They approached his office and he led Tom over to his chair.
Tord had already went ahead and made Tom a plate for lunch.

Tom looked up at him the back at the plate then back at him then so forth.
"Why couldn't I just had eaten this in the other room?"

Tord leaned against the side of the desk and watch Tom poke around at the peas and carrots at the side of the plate.
"I can't risk you dropping food everywhere. It's to white in there." Tord shifted closer to Tom and ran his fingers through his wet hair. Tom didn't mind. "And it's so empty in there it's almost uncomfortable, I wanted to bring you out of there."

Tom chewed through a sandwich and finally spoke up about the situation.
"May I ask why I'm here now? I don't remember falling asleep here Tord." They had drank a little last night, but Tom didn't think they drank that much. He was pretty sure they'd fallen asleep in his bed.

Tord looked down at his feet and thought about his next move.
"We're...we're gonna stay here for a while Tom." He spoke to him like a child. Tords heart broke every time he lied to Tom and now wasn't any different. "I actually brought you here last night. While you slept. Remember the plan we talked about two weeks ago? This is that. And I need you here Tom, I'm sorry." Tord couldn't even look at him, he was so upset.

Weeks ago they had discussed how Tom needed to be brought into battle with Tord so he could properly place color in his mind. Tom had cried, overwhelmed and scared. But got over it quickly when Tord threatened to hurt Edd and Matt.

Tom didn't look at him either, and stayed silent trying to process all of this. He new better than to fight with Tord when he was here at the base. Tord had a reputation to hold up, and a small guy beating on him wouldn't do well with that.
But him acting like how he is now was about as collected as he could act, for the sake of not angering him.

Tom pushed the plate away and faced him.
"If I'm going to stay here can I at least have my things?"

Tord faced away from him.
"I can arrange that."