She lays a hand on his chest, and her touch immediately feels familiar. As if they've had this connection for some time now. (As if Tommy's trying to find his way back to her.) The internal pull is strange and bewildering-- but then again, there isn't much about today that hasn't been strange and bewildering.

And besides, nothing else matters when he sees the warmth and amusement in her eyes.

Smiling behind his mustache, he nods and follows her to the tack room.

"Alright. Dunno if you'll find anything to fit a beanpole like me, though."