Thomas had always been a very jealous guy, even by the standards of the patriarchy of the '20s maybe... Yet, that time, he seemed crazy: on his return from the Garrison he started to rip off his own clothes, just on the threshold, as if he was too hot to even wear his tie.

He grunted as you kept explaining that you weren't doing anything bad, which you really weren't.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do?! Believe you? Punish you?! SHOT EVERY FUCKING MAN THAT EVEN LOOKS AT YOU?! TELL ME!"

He shouted, even if he kept a reasonable distance.