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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom's sitting at a table; leaning his elbows on it. Not polite.*

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[the_lioness]

Alanna exits the staff quarters, hair messy and shirt partially untucked, cheeks red as if she has spent the day in the sun.

Of course she sees Thom almost immediately; she's always looking for him.

Uncertain, she watches him for several minutes before approaching, nervously chewing on her thumb.

She sits down to his right.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*He looks at her, seeming concerned.*

You're all right?

[the_lioness]

Opening her mouth to reply, she finds that the words get stuck in her throat. She coughs.

Surprised, "very well, thank you."

It's all ludicrously polite. Swallowing, she stares at him.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

I thought you would be.

[the_lioness]

"I might not have been," she says, eyes on his.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*He puts his head to one side; stares at her.* Why?

[the_lioness]

"Without you, I mean. If you hadn't-"

Uncomfortable, she averts her eyes, forces herself to look at him again.

"I would have fallen."

[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

She's not being polite either. Her arms are folded on the table and she's resting her head on them. It looks as if she could be sleeping.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom watches her silently for a while.

Then he reaches across the table and tangles the fingers of his hand in her hair, not pulling (yet). Conversationally, he says*

You've got some nerve.

[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

"I'm nothing but nerve." It's empty, lacking any real scathing sarcasm; it's just fact.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

So it would appear.

[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

No movement. Not even breathing.

"How's your chest?"

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Why?

[collects_ears]

"Hello, Thom-me-lad.."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom looks up, eyes wide.* George.

[collects_ears]

He smiles.

"Aye. I just thought I'd come by and see if you'd made use of your birthday present yet.."

He's not sure, but something seems to be.. off with Thom. It's just a gut feeling - he can't see anything outwardly. Something sensed, rather than seen.

But his gut feelings are usually right. That's why he's still alive.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

No. Not yet.

*He looks half-sheepish. As if he's trying for an expression that won't quite come.*

[collects_ears]

"Fair enough. Mind if I sit?"

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Go ahead.

[cynicalsmoker.livejournal.com]

I come downstairs and see the red-headed boy at the table nearby. I walk over, mainly out of loneliness. Or maybe it's horniness. The two are so interchangeable.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom looks at him. Sits up properly.* Hey.

[cynicalsmoker.livejournal.com]

I sit, uninvited, and light a cigarette.

"Hey," I say gloomily.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*He waits for Paul to say something. Stares at him, expressionless and dark-eyed.*

[cynicalsmoker.livejournal.com]

"Where's that..." I search for a word, feel retarded. "....guy?"

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

What guy.