The war was something you knew to never mention around Tommy. You heard many stories from his family on how the war changed him, leaving behind a colder, almost unrecognisable, version of himself behind. But yet, all you could see was someone who didn't realise they were drowning, and needed help to breathe.

You made it your own personal mission to befriend Tommy. After many arguments and a rocky start, you both ended up realising how similar you both were. It all came crashing down when you argued all the way back to your house, and then something switched when you shouted back at him in frustration, ending up in him staying the night. You both realised having someone to talk to was something you didn't know you both needed.

Ever since that night, nightmares hadn't plagued Tommy. It's almost as if you were a calmness that washed over him every time he was in your presence. So now, unknown to you, he would find any excuse to be with you; talking to you at work, walking you home, and even sleeping around yours when you both got carried away talking into the night.

After finishing your work at the Shelby Company, you decide to head home, ready to relax for the evening. As the cold outside hits you as you open the door, starting to walk down the street, a familiar scent of smoke and pine hits you as footsteps sound beside you. Smiling to yourself, you glance over to see Tommy.

"Heading home already?" Tommy asks, glancing at you beside him, a cigarette hanging from his lips.