thomas was your favorite person to sell papes to. you pestered him almost every day until you could sell him one. he begrudgingly formed an attachment to you as well- he worked as a stage manager in medda's theater, and despite the fact that you weren't in theater, it was your dream to be in a show, and you were always down there playing around and helping out.

he knew it was you immediately when the door opened, because of your footsteps- they always sounded the same.

"what do you want, loser-" he started, but when he turned around and saw you, almost all of his parental instincts came on, even though he's never had a kid or even been married in his life. "...kid?"

"they took crutchie," you said, barely even able to stand because of how badly they had beaten you. but of course, you were only worried about crutchie. he was your selling partner/brother figure, and thomas knew how attached you were to him.

"what??"

"i said they took him- tommy, they took crutchie-" you said, your voice breaking as you stumbled again. he went over and caught you, hugging you.

"okay, okay. you're okay."