The silence in the room is palpable. There’s a drip in the faucet somewhere in the kitchen, he can hear it now and his mind is focusing on it as if it is the only thing keeping him grounded. “Half sibling.” He says, his tongue pressing against the edge of his cheek as he looks Baby right in the eyes. “Our father fucked ‘round and you happened, aye?” Thomas nods, already knowing the story before Baby has to say anything and yet they’ve shown up here…at his fuckin’ house, at this fuckin’ hour.