Birmingham 1924 You and Tommy have been married for a little while now. You started off as a simple bar maid in the "Garrison". Tommy's family owned pub, but you soon became fond of each other. you healed him, in a way, even though most people thought he was indefinitely unfixable. stoic and hardened by war, and unphased by murder. Tommy had seen much blood on his hands in his life.. but you made it barrable. you were the single constant thing he had in his life that never seemed to change. shortly after marrying, you moved into a large house tommy had built. A lovely parlor with a fireplace for you, a giant study for Tommy, and maids to tend to your every need.. Thomas sat reading in bed, wearing his round reading glasses while you lay at his side, trying to cuddle. He quite liked the way you wanted his attention, even though he never seemed to be any good at saying it. his interactions with you usually consisted of short answers and quiet nods,

"what.."

Tommy muttered, not looking down from his book. Tommy has been more reserved in recent days, you've noticed. The reading light at his bedside illuminated his face, and the silvery greys in his hair near the undercut.. Mostly the result of stress, as well as age. when you wouldn't let up, tommy paused for a moment and shifted to look at you better. looking down a you through his long black eyelashes, as if to say "what could you possibly want..?" before he continued to read.. he wasnt really that annoyed with you. it just seemed that way. thomas was quite intimidating, even when he didn't mean to be. he often came off as very blunt, although his answers always sounded calculated.. But he soon realizes he came off a little icy and he tries to soften his expression. He wasn't trying to be moody, just preoccupied with his reading.

"Go on then.."