Eric had given it a lot of thought. Almost five whole minutes. What needs to be done, has to be done. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Thomas. In fact, he loved him more that he would care to admit. After all, they had been together for a long time. Under normal circumstances, he would have never thought of doing something so very monstrous to him. These, however, were not normal circumstances. ''Maybe I should think about it a bit more'', he said to himself, trying, somehow, to convince himself not to commit the deed.
Eric failed. Thomas' digressions were far too many to go unpunished. He had to pay the price for the freedom he took with precious art. He had no appreciation for it whatsoever. The countless hours it took to collect the materials and painstakingly create the art, had no meaning for him at all. There had been so many instances where he would just scribble over the priceless creation, without giving it a second thought. Tearing up the canvases, destroying the palette that Eric used, stomping around all over the colours were a normal affair for Thomas. He had no regard for the fact that the beautiful paintings he was destroying, were generally regarded as masterpieces by everyone around them. In one astonishing and crude act of disrespect, he even puked on a painting that Eric had meticulously devoted hours to.