Tom had avoided Tord like the plague after that. Eating meals in the bed room instead of with the rest of them. Staying out late at night, and sometimes not even coming home.
He had taken it as far as started to stay the night with his brother for two weeks straight.

And of course Tord was affected by this in more ways than one. He had started to feel guilty.
Tord had also begun worrying about Toms mental health.

'Because no normal person hides from their soulmate this long.'

Yes, Tord had finally come to the conclusion that he was not just seeing things that morning. It had to be something.
And it's not like you can just casually see the colors of the world without being in contact with your soulmate.

After 4 weeks of Tom being gone, Edd finally said something to him, asking him what the deal was with his absence.

And Tom was honest, well... not completely. He told Edd he was avoiding Tord. And that was about it. Nothing more was said on the topic.

Tom has always been known for being very vague with all details of his life.
For instance, none of his friends have ever met his parents, let alone even knew if he had any!
None of them knew what put him in moods, or why he was so fond of drinking when in those very moods.
But they knew better than to question Tom.
He could get real mean when he had a reason to be.

Back to Tord, he started locking himself in his room more often. And leaving during the dead of the night to go do god knows what.

'Now that Tom is no longer here, I don't have a reason to stay and sleep here'

Tord wouldn't come back till 3 in the afternoon every day. Edd and Matt chose not to say or ask any questions as to why, due to the looks they'd receive from him when they'd say hello.

5 weeks past, and Tord had gotten fed up.
He'd only seen quick glances of Tom a mere 4 times in the past month when he'd come in the grab things from their room. And he was getting sick of never getting sleep over the absence of him.

He'd went and found Edd in the living room.
"Hey Edd? Can I borrow your phone? I can't find mine." Tord lied to him, but it was all in good reason. Edd smiled and handed over his little flip phone and Tord went back into his bedroom, locking the door behind him.

The phone rang for a long while, and Tom did eventually pick up.
"What's up Edd?" Toms voice crackling over on the other line. Tord wasted no time replying.

"Where are you." He heard a gasp on the other side and Tord frowned.

Moments passed and Tom still said nothing.
"Oh come on Tom! I fucking miss you man, just come home already!" Tord sounded like a child talking in such a way but god be damned if Tom didn't get the message now. He just wanted his friend home.

And Tom hung up.
At first, Tord was pissed. And he sat in rage in his room, alone. But soon enough a light handed knock got him out of his pity party, and he went and answered it. Tom stood on the other side. Tord whole face lit up as he looked down at the broken figure.

Tord wrapped his arms around him and lifted him off the ground in a rib crushing hug, and Tom squealed in surprise.
"Oh gosh Tom! I thought you'd never come back! I missed you so much.." he set him back on the ground, watching the color fade back to black as he moved his hands away. And this time he said nothing about it, afraid that he would scared Tom off again.

Because he had been thinking, what if Tom really didn't see it too? And he was scared of what Tord had said? Or maybe he did and was just afraid of commitment.
Heck, Tord was too.

Tord loved to go out and have a good time, and commitment was never his thing. He didn't blame Tom for being scared, if he was, because being with your soulmate was kinda a permanent thing if you didn't know.
And they were still so young! Tom only being 22, and Tord 24. They still had time to live without eachother.

So until the right time came, Tord was going to ignore it.

Tom moved past him and into the room, lazily tossing his tote bag on to his bed. He flopped down along with it, curling up under his blanket.

Tord locked the door and moved to sit next to him at the end of the bed.
"So...why'd you leave Tom? Do you want to talk 'bout it?" Tord relaxed against the wall at the end of the bed, watching him.

Tom just stared blankly at the wall.
"I... I just wanted some space." He whispered. Tord raised an eyebrow but chose to not push it any further.

They sat in silence for a long time.
Tom was frustrated. All he wanted was some time to think about the situation at hand. And still, after a month, he hadn't figured out what he wanted to do.

Tord was confused. He wanted to be there for Tom. To hold him and finally take him in as his own. Even with the whole thing of not really knowing much of what was between the two. But at the same time he wanted to be Toms friend, and to be able to act as they used to.

It used to be okay to share drinks and clothes and secrets of their relationship lives. And to casually walk around naked. And to even share beds.
But now, with the newfound interests in eachother, there was a tension between the two that would prevent them from going on as they used to.

And they would both try their best to ignore it.