thomas makes his way down his usual street, walking home from work. to his surprise, he sees you. he's your favorite person to sell papes to. you follow him around every morning and bother him until he buys one from you, basically. he doesn't really mind, though. he just pretends to.

you're sitting with a little newsboy. he's got a crutch, blond hair, and looks a only little bit younger than you.

you spot thomas as soon as he spots you, and your eyes light up.

"tommy!!" you say, smiling. he realizes there is no getting out of this conversation and sighs.

"hey... who's your friend here?"