News (Peter, Thomas, Open?)

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When Peter saw Thomas at the door, he practically flung himself at his best friend, which cased even then well-built Thomas to stumble back a step. Peter wrapped his arms around Thomas and he gave him a squeeze before finally breathing, "Thank fuckedy fuckfuckfuck."

Thomas snorted and he kissed the top of Peter's head. "Miss me, Babe."

Peter pulled away and he made a rather rude 'duh' face before reaching out and hugging Thomas again. "I've been terrified, Thomas. God...I'm so glad you're back."

"Heh. Me too. Me very too."

Peter straightened up and he pulled Thomas inside the livingroom. "When did you get back?"

"Couple hours ago." Thomas said, running his fingers through his hair. "I needed to just...I spent some time with Spectre, and then my family."

"Of course. Are you...what did they do, Thomas?"

"I was impaled." Thomas said, not dressing it up for Peter, because he didn't have to.

"Shit..."

"Yeah. Through the arse."

Peter blinked at that new revelation and then he turned slightly pale. "Because...of me?"

"They think we're shagging still, yes." Thomas said, picking up a throw pillow before sitting on the sofa, placing the pillow in his lap. "But it's hardly your fault. Robert's the one who fuckin' told 'em in the first place. I was only up there for about an hour but he was grovelling the entire time."

"As he should."

"Can't argue with that."

"Thomas..." Peter moved over to sit beside his best friend. "Will you be alright?"

Thomas nodded. "Got what I needed to get, didn't I?"

"I...don't know. ...Did you?"

"Oh right...the information." Thomas sighed and he turned to face Peter. "We have a spy. They were bringing up names...I have no idea how they got them. People like...well..Kat. Who isn't involved in this at all. It was..scary."

That hit Peter like a blow to the chest. That someone else was feeding these bastards information after everything they'd been through with them? It was unthinkable. And Peter didn't want to be betrayed by someone else. It hurt. "Right. Well...then you...you certainly did the right thing. We needed to know. Thomas...thank you. For doing what you did even though it must have been...horrible."

"Something like that, yeah." Thomas said softly. "You know you're always welcome."

Peter reached for Thomas's hand and he gave it a squeeze. "I do. And you should know the same. Want something to eat?"

Thomas nodded and he leaned his head on Peter's shoulder. "In a minute. Right now I'm...lapping. Lapping you up."

Peter giggled. "Well. I suppose that's very allowed."

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"I missed you too," Tasha spoke into Thomas' shoulder. "I missed you so much. Do you know how weird it is not having you here, and not having you there either?" She held Thomas quite tightly herself, well-trained muscles strong for her size. "I never want you to have to go away and suffer like that again."

Mary was writing, as she was often wont to do in quiet moments. In David's head, and in many others, she had kept journals, but since being cast out of David - and out of physical life - she had no longer done so. She had her LiveJournal, but although it had been right for David to keep his thoughts there, it wasn't so for her. It was the old-fashioned in her, that preferred a leather-bound, hand-written journal. There were so many memories that it was easy to simply write a stream of consciousness, even though it would probably prove terribly confusing to anyone else who tried to read it, except for David who shared the memories. Her original journals were scattered about the globe, left as clues for future incarnations of herself. She could reclaim them, with a lot of time and effort, but there were far more important things to do with the bulk of her time. So instead, she wrote, and it was this she looked up from when she heard Peter approaching.