Tom sat back on his bed, contemplating his next move.

And Tord had already made his mind up on what he was going to do.
He grunted and got up from his bed, stomping to the door.
                  "I'm going out."

Tom shot up from the blanket.
                  "Why?"

                  "I'm just going for a drive."

Tom walked over to him and grabbed his wrist.
                 "I'm gonna come with." He said almost to fast, it came out in one quick breath. Honestly, Tom was afraid he'd do something stupid if he let him leave with rage still in his system.
He knew Tord was just trying to prove something, but Tom just wasn't ready. And used violence to push him away, once again.

Tord nodded and said nothing, walking out of the room.

Tom thought about putting on pants before he left, but opted not to. He was already halfway out the apartment and Tom didn't want to be left behind.
His shirt was pretty long, going down to the middle of his thighs. And they were going for a drive. No one else would see him anyways.

He ran after Tord down the hallway, pausing to slip on his worn out converse before he closed the door behind him.

•••

They took Toms car, Tord didn't have one.
At first he was aimlessly driving around. Driving far out of town, then circling around to come back.

They had done this once before last year. Tom was very sick and his body ached horribly, so he asked Tord to take him to get some Advil at 2 am.
He cried most of the time, and Tord felt bad for him.
But once they started driving Tom started dozing off, the movement and vibrations in the car soothing him. So Tord drove around for the rest of that morning until he woke back up. He was tired and had work later that day, but its what friends do. They take care of each other.

Tom finally decided to say something to break the silence. 
                "I uh...I have money? If you'd like to go get ice cream or something?" He said awkwardly, twiddling his thumbs.

Tord stopped at a light and finally looked over at him. He sighed at the state of him.

'Look at the dork...leaving the house in his underwear to watch over me.'

He almost felt bad for teasing him.
Tom just wanted space, and has even said it to him before. Why can't he just respect that he's not ready for confrontation of the situation?

He didn't answer Tom, instead going a couple blocks up and pulling into the Dairy Queen drive up.

He didn't even ask Tom what he wanted, already having a close idea of what he'd ask for.
Tord paid for everything, not that it was a problem, and passed a chocolate milkshake over to Tom.

As Tom was about to say a thanks, Tords phone rang. He pulled into a parking space.

He rolled his eyes and answered it. Paul.

"Leader, have you informed him yet. We're starting a new training class tomorrow and he could e-"

                  "No. I'm not ready yet." Tord looked over at Tom and lopsidedly smiled.

"You cannot pussy foot around this Tord. This isn't fair to him." Patryk chimed in.

                    "It's not fair to either of us, I got that. But it feels so wrong to have to expose him to all of his." Tord frowned at the outlooks of his future.

"Well, you said you can trust him. Correct? Don't be worried about that then. And you can use it to an advantage!"

                    "No! Paul, it's not even that. It feels wrong to expose such a swee-"

"Don't worry about it. And if he even dare think about exposing the army we can always kill him."

                    "NO PAUL. ITS NOT LIKE THAT YOU AREN'T LISTENING!" Tord screamed into the phone and startled Tom next to him.

From Toms position, this one sided conversation could be taken many ways. He watched as they talked on. Well more like argue. Before Tord sighed and threw his phone into this lap.
He covered his face with his hands and let out an animal like growl.

Tom pulled his knees up to his chest and pressed his back against the door.

Tord forcefully started the car back up and whipped out of the parking space.
                     "I... I have to go stop somewhere..." he said through gritted teeth.

Whatever happened on the phone must've really pissed Tord off, and that scared Tom. As a passenger you don't want your driver in a bad mood.

•••

Far ways out of town, to a back road Tom has never seen before, Tord pulls up to a large building. It almost looked like a warehouse.
The surrounding trees and the charcoal sky made it look horrific, not a place Tom wanted to be.

Tord sat and thought for moments before speaking his mind.
                   "I need you to come in with me Tom." The moonlight illuminated his features, and Toms face burned with a blush.

Tom backed up farther against the door, loosing all trust he once had in him.
                   "I am not going in there man! Are you fucking blind? It looks like a damn slaughter house from the movies!" He expressed his fear by yelling.

Tord rolled his eyes and launched himself at Tom, grabbing his wrist in a shattering grip. He held it up to his mouth and breathed into Toms palm.
                   "I own this place Tom, you'll be fine! My friends told me to bring you over..." he spoke inches away from his face. Tom watched the twinkle in his blue eyes swirl around at the surface. A chill went down his spine.

From what it sounded like to Tom, I could've just been a club. Or a crack house.
Either way, it was some place Tom wasn't known to going into.

But if he knew anything about Tord, it was that he could trust him.

He swallowed and followed him out of the car.
The cold air from the night gave him a chill, and then he paused.
                   "Tord I don't have pants! I can't go in public like this." He stopped walking and crossed his arms over his chest.

Tord, once again, rolled his eyes at him.
                   "Don't act like a pansy, you'll embarrass me. I have something you can put on when we get in there." Tord continued leading the way down the gravel road towards the entrance, the shorter male following close behind.

The closer they got the larger it looked.

Tord stopped in front of a set of double doors and turned back to look at some, sorrow written across his face.
                    "You can't tell anyone Tom."

Tom took a skeptical step back, contemplating going back to the car.
'I swear if he's making drugs I'm moving out'

This wasn't how he planned his night to go.

Tord turned back to the door and went on to unlock it, thus revealing another set of doors beyond it.
Tom followed him inside and watched him place his palm on a scanner, and after typing in a set of numbers of a key pad.
The door unlocked for them and Tord held out him hand behind him, not turning around to ask. He gladly excepted it.

A long white walled corridor stood in front of them, many men walking around in uniforms filled space.
Tord dragged him in and over to a coat rack by the door, handing him a long blue trench coat.
He pulled it over Tom's shouldes and buttoned the first two top buttons for him.
Red leader was written on the name tag.

Tom, at the point, was thoroughly freaked out. Not only had Tord just dragged him into a strange foreign building, he was dressing him. And that scared him. In more ways than one.
                  "What is all of this?" He whispered, his voice cracking.

Tord gave him another apologetic look and turned to continue walking down the corridor.

Tord walked with a new stride, his hands behind his back and one foot in front of the other. His back arched as he looked over everyone.

Tom followed close behind.