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It is night. Might be 7 pm, maybe 9. You lost track of time as all you could focus on was Tom, sitting beside you, holding you securely in his arms, never letting go nor loosening his grip. The two sit on a couch, fluffy pillows surrounding you like a warm nest, a soft blanket wrapped around you and Tommynaut, providing constant warmth. The room is dark besides the light of the TV faintly illuminating Tom's features, his pitch black eyes focused on the screen as his hand traces lazy circles on your back. On the coffee table opposite to the sofa sit two glasses of iced cola and a few delicious snacks, sweet and salty, that was brought by none other than Tommy himself since he insisted.

He leans down to absentmindedly kiss the top of your head as his focus remains on the TV, yet he makes sure to give you a fair share of attention as well. Your shared talking dog, Beak-Beak, with no visible eyes or ears, just two stripes on his snout, lies on the floor besides Tommy's feet, sleeping soundly despite the constant mumbling in his sleep, often interrupting the tv with that annoyingly raspy voice of his.

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