TWs: Death mention, grave, nightmare/crying, hospitals/painkillers mentioned, and Pat's not taking care of himself/dehydration mention. Stay safe :)

Pau peered at the grave in front of him, grief and guilt wracking his body as he wiped his hands on his uniform.

Snefrid Valen
'At one point, I wanted to give up, but now? Look at me, motherfuckers-
I'm on top of the world!'

Tears welled up in his eyes, quickly wiping them away. He wouldn't cry. He was the cold-hearted killer who shot her; he didn't deserve to mourn.

Until it became too much and the dam broke.

Pau fell to his knees, crying for the one who took him in as her own.

Why couldn't it have been him?

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It was a beautiful day in Norway as Matt looked out the window of Tom's hospital room. The country had such pretty sights.

"You're telling me you're the monster that tried to kill me!?" Edd yelled.

"I wasn't aiming for you!" Tom crossed his arms, "You just got in the way."

Matt rolled his eyes as the two bickered about the whole 'monster attack and PowerEdd' thing. He was zoning out of the conversation when he felt his phone notification go off. He smiled once he realized it was his uncle.

Uncle: so
hypothetically
If I were to lose track of my assistant, where would I find him?

Matt read the text again, confused.

Matt: excuse me?

Uncle: I mean, he always loses me
So, I wouldn't be surprised if he was trying to find me right now

The ginger frowned, furrowing his eyebrows as he texted.

Matt: don't tell me you lost Larry
I thought you were better than this

Uncle: listen
the guy is an ant
you can't blame me

Matt: HE WEARS AN EYEPATCH AND A BLACK SUIT
HE CAN'T BE THAT HARD TO FIND

Uncle: Costume parties exist

Matt: So does a 'find your friend' app

Uncle: I hate that you got your mother's sassiness...

Matt: I'm just saying, Uncle B
It would help you out

"Who are you texting, Matt?" Edd peered over his shoulder at his phone.

"Ah- no one!" Matt smiled awkwardly as he put his phone away.

"What, did you meet a Norwegian babe here?" Edd joked, making Matt laugh.

"No, actually," Matt glanced at Tom, who was fiddling with the sheets, "It was just my Uncle."

Tom seemed to relax when Matt said that, letting out a small sigh.

"Well, I'm gonna see if they have cola in their vending machines. Matt, want anything?" Edd looked at his friend.

"No, thank you," Matt spoke.

Edd left the room, leaving only Tom and Matt.

The ginger stared at Tom, analyzing every feature of him; his hair was tangled and messy, his eyes were so deep and calming that Matt wanted to stare into them forever, and the taller had to restrain himself from hugging the shorter every time he saw him.

He felt a pain in his shoulder, making him yelp.

"Ow, what was that for?" Matt whined as he held his shoulder from the pinch.

"You were staring at me weirdly." Tom frowned.

"I was just-" Matt stopped, looking around, "Admiring the scenery?"

"The scenery?" Tom quirked an eyebrow, "That being my face?"

"Very..." He glanced at Tom's hair, "Sh-Sharp."

"What?" Tom scrunched his face in bafflement, "You've been acting weirder than usual, Matt; are you okay?"

"Of course, never better as I always say!"

"You never say that."

"Well, it's not too late to start trying new things." Matt rambled, leaning against Tom's bed, "Right?"

"Right..." Tom glanced down at Matt's hand, which happened to be next to his hand. While Matt was rambling about resolutions, Tom decided to place his hand on Matt's.

The ginger cut himself off when he felt something touch his hand. His blueish-green eyes landed on Tom's hand on top of his.

When he tried to speak, it ended up sounding like a real-life keyboard smash.

Clearing his throat, he chuckled awkwardly, "Uhm- anyway, as I was saying..."

Minutes later, Edd re-entered the room, his friends giving a small greeting. The taller cracked open the cola and peered at his friends to see what they were on about.

Except, he noticed something was off about them.

He decided to take a long sip of cola to figure it out.

Was it the topic of conversation? No, Matt was rambling about the scenic beauty of Norway. Was it their body language? Maybe...

Edd analyzed their body language from top to bottom, nearly doing a spit-take when he noticed they were holding hands.

The brunet's eyes widened as he gulped down his cola, looking between the two.

"Did I miss something?"

The other two glanced at Edd questionably.

"Miss what?" Tom asked.

"Uh- you two." Edd waved his finger at the scene, "What is this?"

It took a moment for them to realize what he meant, then separated their hands.

"We weren't doing anything," Tom spoke.

"There is nothing to be doing right now." Matt bit his lip as he looked away from Edd.

"Uh-huh..." Edd squinted at them suspiciously.

"Did you get an update on the others' condition?" Matt changed the topic.

"Oh, yeah. Tord woke up, but he isn't ready for visitors..." Edd sighed, gazing sadly at his cola.

"Probably high on painkillers. I know the feeling." Tom shrugged.

"Yeah..."

"Hey, we should go and check on Pat- he's been taking this harder than us." Matt voiced to his friend.

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Pat changed the channel again, not finding anything of interest on the previous one. He hasn't moved from the couch for a day and sixteen hours- planning to keep it that way. It's not like he had anything to do.

He heard the door open, hearing Edd and Matt's voices echo throughout the rented flat. Then they stopped once they noticed Pat in the same position on the couch, lying there and covered in blankets.

"He's in the same spot..." Matt whispered to Edd.

"I know." Edd's eyebrows furrowed in concern as he stepped forward, "Hey Pat, you hungry?"

"Not really." Pat rasped, his voice cracking from dehydration.

Matt went ahead and got him some water, placing it on the coffee table. Edd sat down next to Pat.

"Tord woke up. He'll be ready for visitors soon." Edd mentioned.

A little bit of light returned to Pat's eyes as the taller said that. The shorter reached over for the glass of water, shakily sipping it.

"That's good," Pat muttered as he layed back down.

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"Har du det bra, lille?"

"Het is oké, ik ben er..."

"Pau, ik wil dat je Tord ontmoet"
"Zou je hem willen vasthouden?"

"Wat zei ik over het bewaren van geheimen, knul?"

"Pau, is something wrong?"

"Go ahead, Pau. It's okay. Everything will be okay."

"I'm sorry too."

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Norwegian =
Har du det bra, lille - Are you alright, little one

Dutch =
Het is oké, ik ben er - It's okay, I'm here
Pau, ik wil dat je Tord ontmoet - Pau, I want you to meet Tord
Zou je hem willen vasthouden - Would you like to hold him
Wat zei ik over het bewaren van geheimen, knul - What did I say about keeping secrets, kid

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