...Unbelievable.

That was how things were. Tord was currently split in between his plans and his desires, his logic and more emotional part, were in constant quarrel. Was he seriously supposed to manipulate him? His "old friend"...Had he seriously fallen again for him? As he sat in the edge of his bed, at his private quarters, conflicted and lost in his own thoughts, he couldn't help but blame himself for this. He knew this was wrong. This wasn't supposed to happen, it wasn't in his plans...But it happened. And it hurt to realize it. He was supposed to hate and be GROSSED OUT by gay people, not be one of them! <<Humiliating...>> He thought to himself, while he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply. He had two choices, and neither was acceptable. He could, maybe, erase him from his life, to prevent things escalating any further and becoming a weakness, or either...just accepting fate. Which sent him shivers just at the thought. He whined, and plumped himself onto the mattress.

―Why me...?― He groans, rolling over in the bed.