Normal pov

Tom finally moved away from his touch and all of the colors of the world were once again hidden. He sighed and turned to the lean against the frame of the door, his back to Tord.
          "I...I can't remember. I probably fell or something, I got pretty wasted last night." There was silence for a moment before Tord smack Toms shoulder and snorted.

          "Classic stupid Tom. Good thing you didn't end up in bed with the rest of us. What a mess thatd be!" Tord laughed loudly, and had obviously been attempting to crack a joke. Tom chuckled awkwardly.
He wasn't wrong, it would've been a mess. From what Tom has gathered, due to the pain in his rear, Tord had to be on the receiving end. And Tom could almost bet if he had to see that, he'd never be able to unsee it.
The thought made his breakfast churn in his stomach again.

This was one of the many things that hurt Tom.
That he could figure out so much about Tord without even having to ask.
With all of the matching battle scars, he'd gathered he's very strong, and likes to stick up for himself and resort to violence often. He's also very forgetful too. All of the countless notes he's scribbled down on his hand has showed up identically on Toms. Sometimes all the notes didn't even have any relevance to the rest, it was obvious he wasn't organized either.
There was a lot of things Tom knew about him.

At first, he didn't want to believe they were soulmates. Even resented the thought of it. But after the house burned down and they all moved in to this large two room studio apartment, Tord had really grown on him. They fought a lot at first, but they've learned to respect eachothers space and to appreciate one another's differences. Hence the fact that Tord could be so open about who he slept around with to Tom.
It was almost pleasing.

Tord move past Tom and left him in the door way. And Tord grabbed some underwear from his dresser. Tom stood there, his mind pulsing with thoughts from last night and the current situation. Tord stood in front of him now, waving his hand in his face.

          "Hey, Tom? You there?" Tord chuckled and finally got his attention. Tom blushed and got out of the way, as Tord went and took a shower. (An/ thank F U K. The stinky bastard)
Tom went and sat on his side of the room in a bean bag, grabbing a novel from his shelve on the way. He put on his thin framed glasses along with it so he could read.

Tom contemplated getting up to brew some coffee and get some aspirin for them, but his book was getting very soul gripping.
He took his lucky blue glitter gel pen and underlined sentences in his book things he'd like to remember. Or things that remind him of Tord. Romantic things, like 'what I have with you I never want with anyone else' and the occasional 'tord' with hearts and arrows.
He chewed his lip at the thought of someone seeing these, and laughing at his girlishly stupid hobby/habit. Every book on his bookshelf was like this, he just couldn't resist. This is the one single reason he can never share his book collection with the world.

But, he did eventually get up and brew some coffee for everyone. And even put a chai tea cup in the keurig for Tord.
A chai tea latte, to be exact. It was his favorite thing to have in the morning. You'd never expect a grown man like Tord to love something so full of sweet and spice.
Tom never used to do nice things like this in the past, he was afraid he'd come of weird. But like it was said earlier, Tord has really grown on him and he couldn't resist doing nice things for him.
Tord, he probably didn't think much it, other than it being sweet. He did appreciate it.

Tom came back into their room and closed the door behind him. He set the mugs down on their respective nightstands and left the bottle of aspirin on Tords nightstand with his chai.
He went back to his book and slid his glasses back on his face.

Tom never used to wear his glasses around anyone. But things are different now, obviously. He doesn't get privacy anymore. No time to be alone and stay in his comfort zone.

The bathroom door creaked open and a Tord head popped out, smiling cheekily.
          "Heh...um, Tom? Can you grab me a towel please?" He put on a begging lip and Tom smirked at him. He nodded and went out in the hall again to get him a towel, throwing it at his face when he came back in.

Tom went and sat back down, this time on his bed. Tord came out of the bathroom in his underwear, lazily drying his hair.
He went over to his dresser once more and grabbed some casual blue jeans and a boring black band shirt. Tom sneakily watching him get dressed the whole time, peaking at him over his glasses frame. He blushed to himself and buried his nose deeper in his book, pen held in his teeth.

            "Awh, did you bring this in here for me?" Tord sipped on his mug and raised an eyebrow at Tom.
Tom looked over his frame once more and nodded. Tord grinned and went over to Tom, ruffling his spiked up hair. He sat down next to him on his mattress and Tom slammed his book closed quickly to hide the evidence.

Tord quickly dismissed that whole act that had just happened and moved on, quite used to it. Tom did that very often, saying that it was just to personal to share, or that he wouldn't find it interesting anyways.
           "I appreciate it, ya' goof." Tord nudged his shoulder against his in a playful way and smiled. Tom smiled back lopsidedly and took his glasses off.
They stared at eachother for a long while, basking in the silence between them. It was a comforting quiet. The sun from the window on the opposite side of the room brought out the softness in the twos faces. And the shiners they both rocked so well.

Tord suddenly snorted.
               "You rock a black eye quite well. Makes ya' look like you got in a fight." He chuckled.  Tom roll his eyes and smiled.

A knocking was heard on the other side of their door,
            "Hey guys? Are you wanting to do anything today?" It's was Edd. Always wanting to go out and do things, always making plans.
Tom rolled his black pools once more and stood up to answer the door.

             "I'm not really dressed for anything, but I'd like to leave the house at some point. It's really nice out today." Tom spoke softly and looked back at the sun shining through the window. He turned to Tord and gave him a questioning look. Tord shook his head and waved him off.

              "Nah, you guys go ahead. I have a tattoo appointment later today." Tom paled immediately and turned back to Edd.

             "Well okay, Tom we'll leave around 3 okay?" Edd finished and walked away.  It was currently only 1230, plenty of time to dick around.

Tom turned around and sat back next to Tord on his bed.
             "A tattoo?" He scooted back against his headboard. Tord laughed and tilted his head far back, looking up at the ceiling.

             "Hell yeah! Its going to be on my ribs, so I can cover it with my arm." Tord smiled with pride and excitement and Tom smiled lopsidedly right back at him.

But in the back of his mind Tom was screaming. He'd always wanted a tattoo, but to get one there sounded so painful. It sucks that he'd have to take all of the pain along with him.

(To explain this to you all of you still haven't understood it yet, anything Tord gets on his body ((wound, scar, writing, tattoo, injury, bruise.)) Tom gets it too. He feels all of it too)