darker_london | The Talk (Thomas, Spectre) (Rated A for Awwwww)

Today was a wonderful day. Thomas had left the house, though Abby hadn't been competely okay with that, he'd done it anyway. And despite having a rather iffy experience while walking down the street when someone accidentally crashed into him causing his side to ache, his morning had been very productive.

Now, Thomas was sitting in the bedroom he shared with Spectre. There was a takeaway Thai meal, resting on the table he'd set up for the occasion. Two candles flickered away, and there were roses in the centre of the table, but on the edge so they didn't block Thomas's view. The Blower's Daughter was playing in the background, and Thomas was sitting with his chin in his hand drumming his fingers on the table. He wasn't actualy bored, he just looked it. He was actually rather enjoying just sitting there, listening to the music, waiting for his husband to come down from the studio, because Thomas didn't want to interrupt, even to tell him there was a surprise for him.