| Chapter Eight. |

Instructions

Paul kept hovering behind Tord, following him. Both of them were quiet. Which was weird, since Paul usually liked keeping conversations with Tord. Usually smiling, though he never makes jokes. Just eyeing him... Fear spiked. Tord swallowed down the lump in his throat, turning his head, looking at Paul, who simply offered a slight smile. Tord didn't return it. He never did. Couldn't even force one. He just wanted to get what he had to, and then he'd be fine. He could tell Paul to leave him alone. He could tell Paul to go do something by himself, and finally get rest. Finally calm down. Finally do what he couldn't before. Why couldn't he do it? He doesn't know. Tord sighed shakily, stopping before a turn, expecting Paul to continue walking and take the lead, but instead, Paul grabbed him by the shoulders, roughly turning him down the hallway. Tord tensed, his breathing slightly quickening- then he slowly exhaled, forcing himself to calm down. "It's not far now, sir." "I know." "Great." Paul hummed, before he glanced away for a half-second, patting Tord on his shoulder. "Say, you do know the rest of the way, yes?" "Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?" Tord said, turning his head and looking at Paul, who just grinned softly. "Because, I have to go deal with something real quick, I'll meet you there." He hummed, moving one of his hands off of Tord's shoulder and putting it on Tord's cheek, turning it back forward. "I won't take long, pretty boy~" He purred, before removing his hands from Tord and turning away, walking off. Tord moved his hand towards his cheek and wiped it- quickly, glancing back behind him, watching Paul walk off, his shoulders slightly relaxing, looking forward again, continuing to walk down the hallways, stopping at the doors to the security room. The question is, should he wait for Paul, or go ahead and do the work? If he did the work...then he could just leave Paul to look for him. That would be...better than being this stressed and questioning over and over what was going on, why he was always so sore. "I'm back!" Paul chirped, one of his hands behind his back, the other one waving at Tord as he walked over, putting his other hand behind his back, smiling at Tord. "You decided to wait outside? How sweet of you...~" He chuckled softly, stepping beside Tord, keeping his hands behind his back. "Remember what we have to do? Or did you wait outside because you forgot?" "...Reset the cameras. I'm aware." Tord muttered, side-stepping, his shoulder brushing against the wall. Paul nodded. "Attaboy, you remembered." He moved one of his hands, patting Tord's head. Tord quickly grabbed Paul's wrist, moving his hand away from him. "Okay, Paul..I'm not dumb, you know." He muttered, letting Paul's wrist go. Paul just smiled, tilting his head. "I know! I wasn't calling you dumb. I was just making sure you knew." Tord stared at Paul for a few seconds, before narrowing his eyes slightly, looking away. "Vel, for en som elsker å minne meg på å gjøre ting, hvordan kan jeg glemme det?" He muttered underneath his breath, glancing at the wall, crossing his arms. "What my question is, how do you even reset the cameras?" He hummed, opening the door and walking into the room, Paul following behind. "You don't know?" He asked, eyeing Tord up and down, lowering himself to the ground, sliding something underneath a table, before standing up and walking towards the cameras. "It's quite easy, really." He smiled, walking towards the cameras, placing his hand behind it, clicking a button, causing all the cameras to go off, making the room dark, other than a dim light bulb swinging slowly above the two of them. "We have to leave it off for a few minutes." Paul said, lowering his voice, resting his hands behind his back again, looking around the room, smiling softly, looking back at Tord. "So.." He purred. "So?" Tord repeated, staring at Paul, lifting a brow. Paul looked away, letting out a low whistle. "Nothing." He said calmly, looking around the room like it was the most interesting thing ever. "What do you want, Paul? It's obvious we're still here for a reason, because while we're waiting to turn the cameras back on, we can go do the other things." Tord said, glaring at Paul, backing up a step, staring at Paul for a few seconds, before looking at the security screens. Paul exhaled slowly, nodding, looking towards the table. "Yes, we are still in here for a reason." He hummed quietly, walking towards the door, sliding the table over to it, blocking it, locking the door, grabbing something from the ground, looking back towards Tord, facing towards him, putting his hands behind his back. Tord's heart dropped, facing Paul directly, staring at his arms, backing up a step. "Paul. Paul- what did you grab?" "I just grabbed something that would help you." "And what exactly would that be?" Tord asked, staring at Paul, his breathing quickening. Paul blinked slowly. He slipped out a blowtorch, staring at Tord.