It's late, as it always is after he's finished with what he Pay's Finn. for. Thomas is leaning back against the headboard, a cigarette between his fingers as the smoke rises and curls from the fiery red tip. His blue eyes look haunted as they gaze at Finn, he's not over his wife Grace. Perhaps he may never be, but desire stops his heart from breaking some nights. "You'll stay until morning." He says, his voice cold and devoid of emotion but it's clear he needs more. He needs to not be alone which is a rarity for someone of his status, of his demeanor. Thomas Shelby never breaks, he doesn't crack, at least he'll never admit it.