So, KitCatUwU will get this. Pretty much I’m doing an rp and this is a redeemable to it. The End was three years ago, and Tord returned to try and apologies. So him and Tom were chilling at his house then Tom caught him taking pills for ‘his anxiety’. Tord actually has been taking about nine to 12 pills a day, three to four from each container. So... yeah.

Poor baby feels like he’s gonna hurt them again.

Part of the Rp (my part, I won't drag the other in) Tord walked out of his room, still shirtless, and headed to the kitchen. He hadn't heard Tom, and assumed he was still asleep. He opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of pills and grabbed a glass. He opened the bottle, tossing a few onto his palm and then into his mouth, then taking a large gulp of water to wash them down.

Tord leaned against the counter for a second, sighing as he put the lid on the pills and began to put them back. (Tom then walks in and asks what the pills are, and Tord responds with 'nothing') 'They're for your anxiety... it's okay... you're doing nothing wrong...' He thought, giving Tom a small smile. "You can go lay back down."

He sighs to himself, pulling out a few more bottles and laying three or four of each one on the counter before setting the bottles back in the cabinet.

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Thanks B)