Tom had always been a little cynical, he would often joke about it, to himself of course, seeing as openly joking about the same things causing him to put himself down was more or less frowned upon. Surprisingly, tord acted as a sort of comfort, and though he'd never admit to it, tom had started getting closer to tord. As of now, tom had just finished writing his new song, his beloved bass, Susan he called it, in hand he  started strumming the most frequently used chords to see if they needed tuning.

And of course, because this is obviously tordtom, tord could be found stopping in his tracks at the peaceful lull of the chords. Tord always loved Tom's music.

 [Play song above now]

And it's to late... Use your imagination!