Matt looked in his closet, looking over the few items of clothing that were in it. They were all mainly dress clothes, like fancy tuxedos and whatnot. But there was one that stood out most to him; a beautiful, sparkly purple dress. He ran his fingers along the fabric, which was silky. It shimmered as it moved, and had a v-line on it. Then Matt remembered what Patryk had said, about how Tord made the room to his liking. Tord must've remembered how Matt would prefer dresses over tuxedos. 
          "Do you like it?" A voice with a thick accent suddenly asked, sending a jolt of panic through Matt. He quickly spun around, taking a few steps back. A sly chuckle left Tord as Matt's panic dimmed slightly, his eyes being met with Tord's silver ones. "Jumpy much, darling?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. Matt gulped slightly before letting out a strained chuckle, looking down at the ground as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah," he managed to say. Tord grinned, looking Matt up and down "Well?" he asked, Matt looking back up at him. "Well wha- Oh," Matt said, realizing what he was talking about. He turned back to look at the dress, nodding "Yeah it's- it's really nice," he replied. "It must've cost a fortune."
          "Meh, it was really nothing," Tord hummed, stepping closer and resting a hand on Matt's hip that was opposite of him. It made the ginger tense a bit, feeling his face grow a bit hot. "I thought you could wear it tonight...maybe some jewelry? Look nice and pretty for dinner tonight."
          "Why are you doing this?" Matt suddenly asked, looking at the slightly shorter male. The brunette blinked at him, and then let out a gentle sigh as he looked down at the ground for a moment. "Because I was to fix things," Tord finally replied. Matt blinked at him. "I know I fucked up. So I...wanted to try and fix it." 
          "So...what- kidnapping us and a sparkly dress is supposed to make things better?" Matt asked somewhat angrily. Tord would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised by this response. "No- I'm not saying that-"
          "Well it sure does seem like it," Matt spat, backing away and turning from the brunette. "mAtt- look at me," Tord said firmly, grabbing his wrist suddenly. Matt turned to look at him, glaring daggers at him. "I don't expect forgiveness," Tord said, trying to reason with him. "What I did was wrong, I admit that. Nothing I did was right, but I'm trying to MAKE it right. All I ask is for a second chance."
          "Why should I give it to you?" Matt hissed, pulling his arm from his grasp, beginning to rub his wrist. "So you can hit me again?" Tord's mouth fell agape, too stunned to say anything. He then sighed, looking back down. "I hope to see you at dinner, Matt." With nothing more being said, he left Matt's room.

          A soft knock came from Tom's door, causing said Brit to look up. "Come in," he said, the door soon opening. It revealed Edd, whom wore a nervous a small smile. "Hey," he said after thanking Paul for escorting him there, shutting the door behind him. "Hi," Tom said, leaning back in the computer chair he sat in. "Did uh...did Tord talk to you, too?" Edd asked as he pulled his vibrant green hoodie off. He tied it around his waist before sitting on the edge of Tom's bed. "Yeah," Tom said as he ran a hand through his hair, glancing at the ground. "Do you believe him?"
          "I don't know," Tom admitted. "You know how I am when it comes to second chances." Edd gave a simple nod, looking down a his hands as he fumbled with his fingers. "Do you believe him?" Tom asked. Edd wa silent for a moment before finally speaking. "I believe that people can chance," Edd said. "Redeem themselves...If he proves he means it then...I see no harm in giving him another chance." Tom simply nodded, crossing his arms.