Tom •••

The bed creaked with every movement, Tom grumbled something, sitting next to Tord, leaning on the headboard, and treated himself with new abrasions and bruises You fucking son of a bitch, you did it again.. You fucking bastard, I hate you. It seems that in slurred language he expressed all the mats he could know, constantly looking away from the annoying face of Tord, with whom they had been fighting a few minutes ago, ready to break all the bones and kill each other if something hadn't prevented them. "He loves me... yes, of course, at first he says he loves, and then in a fit of his inadequacy he does such shit..." Tom's mind was spinning when he hissed and pulled Tord's hand away from him when he touched his elbow. Tord hit Tom too hard, which forced him to clench his jaw and press his shoulder against him from the searing pain. Tord exhaled wearily and said calmly I need to see your hand, stop acting like a little kid.