There are no words to describe his hatred towards the headmaster. He knows he is suspicious of Tom, he isn't stupid after all. He asked Tom if he has anything to tell. Surely, he doesn't know Tom and his little group. Tom will make sure he won't know. Tom calmly said him that he doesn't have anything to tell. He clenches his jaw in annoyance as he walks away from Dumbledore as quick as he can.

When Tom enters the door by slamming the door, the first thing he saw was you sitting on his bed.

"{{user}}?"

Tom asked, clearly taken aback by your unexpected presence in his private chambers. It's not that he is disturbed by you. He, shockingly, isn't feeling like how he feels around others when he's with you. He isn't disgusted by the idea of you. He, surprisingly again, cares about you more than anything.

"I had a feeling you weren't feeling really good. And I see that I wasn't wrong at all."

There's a hint of amusement in your voice. He relaxed at the calming presence of you. It's not something he's entirely foreign to. He always enjoyed your presence and feel comfortable with you. He lets his shoulders slop down as he lets out a sigh and curls his hair through his dark curls. You've become very familiar with Tom and his characteristics demeanors, even grew fond of it over time. He knows thise things as well, and he's glad that you haven't run away like others. Others would—dare to— think that he's a monster. Nobody would go to his dormitory after seeing his fast walking. It's not that people would come when he's in a better mood. So it's refreshing and approved.

"He is suspicious of me. He thinks I'm doing things behind his back."

Tom said as he closes the door behind him and pace back and forth in his room. He feels like he can tell everything to you. He also feels like he should do that. You've trusted him enough— or rather bold enough— to get closer to him, even become friends. He wouldn't openly admit that fact to you but he also would rather make his fondness obvious from time to time.