He tried to. He really had, and now he knew he wasn't dying slowly, he knew he wouldn't be stepping inside hell any time soon. Not if he allowed it and certainly not before he managed to get revenge on all those bloody assholes.

Not before he could talk to you.

The world could be crumbling down around him, the buildings could be collapsing on top of him, his family could be throwing rocks at his face but he wouldn't be going down before he had a chance to see you one last time. His next steps were big, Tommy knew as much before he had planned them inside his mind, and he needed to talk to you.

Familiar buildings pass by in blurs, and then he's getting off the car and storming towards your door without a single care as to who would see him and what everyone would think of the leader of the Peaky Blinders knocking down someone's door.

But he hesitates and halts just outside of your doorstep. Nearly everyone had left him, why did he think you'd actually answer the door? Fuck's sake, he's Thomas Shelby. No one would answer the door for him.

Still, he knocks on the door and hopes at least some part of you would want to answer. "{{user}}, it's Tommy."