"Food?! I bring you here and let you shower only a few days after you blow up our house and you ask for food?!" But Tom was only slightly annoyed in reality, he did know it was likely Tord had not eaten for a long while. Tord shuffles his feet a little and winced.

"Okay you're probably right I'll just-" Tord placed his hand on his stomach as if to sooth his stomach. Tom cut him off before Tord could finish.

"Ok, you know what? Come on. Here is the kitchen just please, please don't speak." Tom rolled off of the couch and walked to the kitchen his eyes droopy.

Tord followed rubbing his arm more and looking at Tom's small kitchen. He glanced at a few empty bottles of beer and a pop tart wrapper. 'Wow. Tom needs to clean his kitchen.' Tord dared to think, glancing at Tom in case he telepathically heard.

After keeping his eyes on Tom to make sure he wasn't a mind reader, he decided to watch as Tom made pancakes. This was all nostalgic to Tord, it felt like that all over again; and it hurt. Tom glanced at him, and Tord quickly darted his eyes away. He was scared of confrontation, what if Tom makes him leave? What about Matt and Edd. 'Oh god' he fake smiled and turned away from Tom,

"I..need to use the restroom" Tord mumbled and shuffled away, head down like a scared dog.

Tom just raised an eyebrow, unaware of the bullshit this day had ready for him.

Its Aires/ Ari-Chan here. I know ive been gone but i have six hobbies and ten stories, not to mention 23 fandoms. Save me =(.