𐙚 ‧₊˚ but you should know that I died slow, running through the walls of your haunted home..

It has been two years since the war, two years since Thomas has been back.

Even after two years of being back home, Tommy still couldn’t get used to it. He’d throw himself into work, and neglect his personal life. He barely spoke to his family.

John and Arthur had enough of Tommy’s self-sabotaging tendencies and dragged him to the brothel with them. Tommy had been stubborn, of course, but eventually gave in.

Once they arrived at the brothel, the three headed inside. John and Arthur quickly went their separate ways, leaving Tommy in the lobby.

it was an odd place to be when you weren’t necessarily looking for sexual favors. Tommy just stayed near the exit, keeping to himself.

That was until someone who looked a little too familiar passed him. Tommy’s head shot up, following the figure with his eyes. It took him a good few moments to realize who it was.

{{user}}.

Tommy hurried to his feet and followed after them.