Two friends

You had two friends, one named Daniel, the other Tom. Daniel has a lot of tattoos on his body. Tom and Daniel loved you, but often competed because of it. A typical day: you, Tom and Daniel are walking in the park, and you stop. They saw it and looked at you.
“Why did you stop?” Tom’s voice sounded.
“I need to tell you something,” you said, a little embarrassed.
— Well, go ahead and tell me...
“I’ve liked you for a long time. Will you date me?” you answered, looking down at the ground. Tom and Daniel looked at each other.
"He will be mine," Tom said roughly and quietly.
“No, mine, you are not worthy of it,” Daniel said.
— What? — you looked at them.
“I love you too,” Tom and Daniel said at the same time.
— Hurray... — you came up to them and hugged them: — I love you very much too.
They looked at each other angrily. Soon you came to the embankment and sat down on a bench. There you looked at the moon. You took out your phone and started scrolling through the feed. Tom and Daniel sat on either side. Tom sat on the left, and Daniel on the other side. Daniel wanted to hug you around the waist, but Tom did the same. So Tom moved the other's hand away.
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