That night, Tom was jolted awake by a snore. But not his own.
He sat up so fast he could've had whiplash.
Under him was Tord, sitting against his head board. Drool dribbled down his chin. Checking the time, it was almost 1 in the morning.

Tom contemplated about laying back down with him and living out the rest of this opportunity, but he felt like he was violating their friendship. Almost taking advantage of Tords kind heart.

So, in the end Tom opted to quietly crawling off of the bed and going to the bathroom. When he came back out Tord had moved.
He had laid down fully on the mattress and curled his legs up to his chest, now drooling all over Toms pillows.
His heart swelled with adoration, but he'd never say that out loud.

'What a child'.  Tom thought to himself with a small chuckle. He moved to the tv they had left on and shut it off.
He shuffled back to the bathroom to take of his jeans and dispose of them in the hamper. 

Tom thought about going to lay back with Tord in his bed, but like it was said before, it just wouldn't be right.
So he frowned and moved over to Tords side of the room, curling up in his bed. He buried his face deep into his pillow, smelling the sweet smells of Tord. Spices, cigarettes, and something else that was simply just Tord.
Tom loved his smell. Adored it.

Sometimes, when Tord was out, he would steal his shirts out of the hamper and smell them like a creep.

Tom quickly dozed off, all wrapped up in the comforter.

•••

And on to that morning, Tord had woken up first, startled. He was not used to seeing this side of the room. The room still had yet to be lit by the sun as it was not rising yet.
He groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and the dried drool off of his chin. He looked around the room and spotted a small lump under his comforter.
Tord smirked and shuffled his socks across he room and over to him.

He loomed over the small Tom that invaded his territory and smiled.

'The little shit left me to freeze all night.' 

Tord laughed to himself at the thought of using him as a human blanket last night.
He laid down with Tom, lifting the cover a bit to scoot under it with him. Warmth radiated off him and all under the comforter.
He faced him and put his arm over his body. Tord watched him sleep for a while. Soon dozing off again after the rhythmic pattern of Toms breathing lulled him in.

Things weren't always this way. Where Tom felt weirded out by the thought of sleeping next to Tord. And now that he was, Tord was offended.
He'd never done anything wrong. Never pushed him to do anything inappropriate. Theyd just sleep next to eachother. And with the fact that'd they'd grown up doing that, Tord found a lot of comfort in it. A lot of comfort actually. It was probably the only thing Tom would actually let him do with him whenever he needed to without being questioned.
But recently in the last 2 months Tom had been pushing him away more.

When they were all in middle school, Matt would have a slumber party every Saturday. Edd would bring the snacks and Tom would bring the movies. And occasionally Tord would bring board games that no body would end up having the patients to play.
Matts mom would make them all sleep downstairs, being that they were a bunch of rowdy little shits and made to much of a racket.
Matt and Edd would sleep on the long couch, one at each end. And Tord and Tom would take the back cushions off the loveseat and lay next to eachother on it like it was a bed.
And that was perfect just as it was. They never felt uncomfortable, or weird leaning up against the other. It was perfect.
It was the few moments like that in middle school when they never argued

When Tom finally woke up, it was because of a knock on the bedroom door. Well more like a pounding.
Tom shot up at the discovery that Tord had moved over to him again. And even curled around him just like he used to when they slept at Matts.

He carefully removed the covers from himself and moved around him, letting him sleep.

Tom rushed over to the door and unlocked it, revealing a worried Matt.
             "Tom? Why was the door locked are you okay?" Tom nodded with a questioning look, while Matt continued, "Okay...I'm just making sure. Edd told me to come get you two for breakfast. We're having eggs and bacon!" Matt squealed and turned back around on his heal, walking away.
Tom smiled lopsidedly at the back of Matt's head.

Closing and re locking the door, Tom moved back over to Tord on his bed. He crawled back under the covers, seeking the warmth he had built up under it before he was rudely awaken. And also the comfort of just being next to Tord.

'Just this once...I'll stay with you.' He scooted closer to Tord, slipping in between his arms. Tom sighed contentedly and watched him sleep for the remainder of that morning.

•••

Surprisingly, Tord had managed to sleep in until 12 in the afternoon, finally waking up when Tom started talking to him.

'I tried to be patient and wait for him to get up on his own, but at this rate people would start assuming he's just dead!'

Tom began to cooed at Tord to wake up.

           "Come on dude..it's time to get up.." Tom finally shook his shoulder and Tord groggily opened his eyes. Tom kept his hand on his chest as he watched Tord wake up, watching the world in color.
He saw the soft hue of the pink in Tord tanned cheeks. And the azure blue of his eyes shining as the sun hit his face. He smiled to himself, appreciating what the stars had given him.

Tords eyes adjusted, and he immediately gasped at the color before him. He could see the pale blue of Toms sweater for only a mere second before Tom flinched back and scooted away, embarrassed that he had gotten such a reaction from him.

Tord just stared at Tom with wide eyes, his mouth open slightly.
Millions of thoughts passed through his mind before his gravelly voice came flooding out, all in one soft whisper,
             "D-did...do you see it too?" Tords voice was so faint Tom had almost not heard him.

And after the realization of what had been spoken finally clicked in Toms mind, he rushed to find a way to respond.
'What if he's not referring to the color?'
'What if he saw something outside instead?'
'What if I'm missing what he's talking about all together'

Toms anxiety got the best of him and all he could think to respond with was a simple,
           "What are you talking about?"
And Tord heart shattered right then. There was no way he was just 'seeing things'. This had to be real.

Tord moved to reach out and touch Tom and Tom shot up from the mattress and out of his reach. Afraid of the truth.

'If he knew..things would be different.' Tom couldn't risk all that they had built, all of that had the possibility of being shattered if Tord came to the realization of the power that had connected the two.