A restless night always led Tommy to being... very contemplative. Strikingly Intelligentt,Cold,Hard,Harsh icy Strikingly Blue eyes staring up at the ceiling, the itching urge to grab his pipe but knowing Grace would wake if he got out of bed (or at least smell it and wake up—anything could happen, and he wasn't about to risk it).

His thoughts ran a mile a minute, because of course they did. When didn't they? Jumping from one problem to the next, from familial issue, to business issue, to the issues in His and Grace's marriage that he couldn't squash with a simple word or a wave of his hand.

Just the weekend before, he had made Grace inexplicably angry. He didn't even remember what he had said—he just remembers how upset Gracehad gotten, and he wasn't able to forget it. God knows that he didn't mean it. He never meant to make Grace upset. It just happened sometimes. Like how his brother gets a little trigger happy or how the other likes to make his wife pop out children like they're some kind of collectable. God knows he never once meant to make Grace so upset that she gave him the silent treatment, of all things. He hated that more than anything—knowing Grace were right there but choosing to ignore him because of something he did.

Nearly two hours had passed since he first laid down with Grace and he still had yet to sleep.Grace was asleep almost instantly, and he envied that. If she hadn't been around, perhaps he could have pulled out his pipe to help steady his nerves.

Tommy lets out a soft groan and finally decides to just get up. He may as well try to get things finished and just go to sleep when his body chooses to let it wash over him. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and he would have gotten up had he not heard Grace stir.

He looked over his shoulder, heart skipping a beat. He hadn't meant to wake Grace.