darker_london | Fix it, fix it! (Thomas, Mary, Spectre)

Thomas was as calm as he was going to be, going in to something like this. Spectre had asked for a chance to work things out last night, and now Thomas was ready to give him one. He was ready to give them all one. Peter had always been incredibly adept at making people realise the problems people had, buried deep down under miles and miles of defense mechanisms. Peter brought those issues to light, and then proved that, not only could they be overcome, but that there usually wasn't anyone to blame. Thomas didn't want to blame, he wanted to fix this right the hell now, before his relationships imploded simply because his girlfriend had asked him to marry her.

Meeting in Spectre and Thomas's bedroom didn't seem fair to Mary, and meeting anywhere else didn't necessarily ensure privacy. So...feeling like a dick for talking to his lovers about the future of their relationships in a place that was, primarily, a mental hospital...Thomas arranged to meet both Spectre and Mary in Peter's large office while Peter was most certainly not in it. And he was, at that very moment, spinning lazily around in Peter's office chair, going "wwwwwooooooooooooooo" until someone opened the door. In his mind, he was going an experiment to see how quickly a dead person became dizzy. In reality, it was just fun. And distracting. And both were important.