"I don't wanna be the one to tell you that the world is broke. But you're so innocent you cannot separate fire from this smoke. Words drip like honey dear how sweet it is to hear but not everything that you are presented is as it appears."
The apartment was silent, the only thing breaking it would be the chatter of birds from outside the widow or the sounds of cars from the street below. But it was still rather peaceful for once. Two figures laid in bed, wrapped in each other. The taller being Tord with his arms securely around the sleeping figure of Tom. As dozy as he was, Tord couldn't help but let his mind linger on last night's exchange. It hadn't been anything that important at the time but thinking over it now he realized how fake he was. To him, Tom was just a tool to gain back the other's trust. He was only here for information after all, It was nothing more than a mission to him. But, he found himself having to remind himself that more and more. Even to the point where he'd co