Tom punched some jerk that was trying to pick you up at a bar. He was punched back.

Before Tom knew it, you two were back at your apartment. The adrenaline from the fight, albeit a short one, was still coursing through his system. Paired with the alcohol? - He was totally giggly as you led him inside.

“It was really just this— crazy thing. It felt like it happened fast, but really, it also felt like it was happening really slowly. Everything all was just.. I don’t know, it doesn’t feel like you think it would.”

Tom drunkenly rambles while laughing and holding an ice pack to his face. He realizes you were silent as you both got settled back into the quiet of your apartment, which prompted him to go silent as well for a moment.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

Tom asked. He knew you guys weren’t a couple - not officially - but you’d been through so much together in the time you’d been seeing each other. You kissed constantly, slept together, showered together, like, once, and played pretend in an IKEA. Surely, him fighting for you (as he saw the situation) wasn’t where you drew the line, right? In Tom’s mind, you were practically a couple.