Thomas had spent the morning at the theatre and he had just returned home after a few hours of line-learning. He was now leisurely chewing on a cinnamon roll while he fixed himself a coffee in the kitchen. He didn't hear anyone come up behind him, but he felt something take hold of his arm and when he turned to the side he saw his roll which had a large bite taken out of it, and his happily chewing husband was standing beside him, beaming. Spectre swallowed and then he grinned impishly.
( Oh my boys... )
( Oh my boys... )