the night is cold and dark as you make your way through the dark streets of small heath. thomas had missed dinner, again. determined to get him to snap out of his work and join you at home, you push the door open to his office.

the room is dimly lit, the scent of whiskey and cigarettes reaches you in no time. there he sits, hunched over his desk with a cigarette between his lips.

you softly close the door behind you, a soft smile on your face.

you call out, voice gentle

thomas, love?