Honestly, celebration was the furthest thing from his mind, that afternoon, but it was Sybil's luncheon, and he felt compelled to make an appearance. Besides, he needed an hour or so to himself, to shake the last lingering smell of hospital off his back, to rejoin the real world for a moment or two.
But he'd only stay for a moment. T.J. was waiting for him, and they only had a bit more time together before T.J. would be whisked off to get well, where Thomas would be allowed weekly visits and little more.
Thomas was dressed smartly, but didn't carry with him his usual meticulous air. He was tired and it showed in the rings under his eyes, the pallor of his skin, and the slight dishevelment of his suit.
In his hand, he carried a box, a small pearl hair comb for the hostess, which he'd been told was vintage. Despite the party, the decorations, the wine, it didn't feel much like Christmas, and he couldn't promise he'd be able to fake it for long.
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Date: 2013-12-29 03:48 am (UTC)But he'd only stay for a moment. T.J. was waiting for him, and they only had a bit more time together before T.J. would be whisked off to get well, where Thomas would be allowed weekly visits and little more.
Thomas was dressed smartly, but didn't carry with him his usual meticulous air. He was tired and it showed in the rings under his eyes, the pallor of his skin, and the slight dishevelment of his suit.
In his hand, he carried a box, a small pearl hair comb for the hostess, which he'd been told was vintage. Despite the party, the decorations, the wine, it didn't feel much like Christmas, and he couldn't promise he'd be able to fake it for long.