"Thomas?" Peter entered the room, and he smiled sadly at Thomas who was now sitting on the massage table, a towel wrapped around him. Tears were streaming down his face and Peter felt sorrow at seeing his best friend so distraught. "Oh, Thomas. You would be naked and oiled, wouldn't you...?"
Thomas laughed through his tears and he sniffed and gave Peter an adoring look. "I don't know what happened, Peter."
"What is going on in here?" Peter glanced at the incense. "Ah. It smells like a fairy farted." Peter went to put the incense out and he looked at the package. "The scent is called 'Dreams'. Well there you go. We know how dreams have been for you lately."
"Did you just say 'fairy farted'?" Thomas looked at Peter quizzically.
"I fear you are focusing on the wrong issue here." Peter said, looking aloof. Then he climbed up to sit on the table beside his best friend. "Come on. Lean your naked, oiled body against me."
"Did I scare Kat?"
"No." Peter said gently. "She's training to be a professional, Thomas. She knows this happens. We carry stress around with us, and a massage is an effort to release that stress. With all you're carrying around, it's hardly surprising that some of it came out like this. Kat's just that good at her job. Or...what will be her job. Thomas. It's okay to cry."
"You would think I had cried enough," Thomas said, dejected.
"Thomas...what you went through...I don't think anyone can judge what 'enough' is." Peter kissed the side of Thomas' head and he smiled lightly at his friend. "This will happen sometimes. You're surrounded by people who understand. Do you want me to go get Adrian for you?"
Thomas sniffed and he wiped at his eyes. "No. I mean, I'll get dressed and come down there with you. Peter. Did you find Pa-"
"No." Peter shook his head, sadly. "It wasn't Patrick." Peter slipped off the table and he handed Thomas his jeans. "Here's your trousers. I'll wait outside the door?"
"Can you just...wait there?" Thomas sighed and he looked slightly ashamed. "I just don't want to be alone."
"Sure." Peter averted his eyes while Thomas dressed and when Thomas was done, he crossed round until he was standing in front of Peter.
"You didn't have to hide your blushing eyes, Peter Kemp." Thomas looked slightly better. His face wasn't as red, though he still looked sad.
"I'm just being a gentleman! Come on, Tom. We'll get you some nice biscuits." He reached out and he took his best friend's hand.
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Date: 2009-05-24 06:12 am (UTC)From:Thomas laughed through his tears and he sniffed and gave Peter an adoring look. "I don't know what happened, Peter."
"What is going on in here?" Peter glanced at the incense. "Ah. It smells like a fairy farted." Peter went to put the incense out and he looked at the package. "The scent is called 'Dreams'. Well there you go. We know how dreams have been for you lately."
"Did you just say 'fairy farted'?" Thomas looked at Peter quizzically.
"I fear you are focusing on the wrong issue here." Peter said, looking aloof. Then he climbed up to sit on the table beside his best friend. "Come on. Lean your naked, oiled body against me."
"Did I scare Kat?"
"No." Peter said gently. "She's training to be a professional, Thomas. She knows this happens. We carry stress around with us, and a massage is an effort to release that stress. With all you're carrying around, it's hardly surprising that some of it came out like this. Kat's just that good at her job. Or...what will be her job. Thomas. It's okay to cry."
"You would think I had cried enough," Thomas said, dejected.
"Thomas...what you went through...I don't think anyone can judge what 'enough' is." Peter kissed the side of Thomas' head and he smiled lightly at his friend. "This will happen sometimes. You're surrounded by people who understand. Do you want me to go get Adrian for you?"
Thomas sniffed and he wiped at his eyes. "No. I mean, I'll get dressed and come down there with you. Peter. Did you find Pa-"
"No." Peter shook his head, sadly. "It wasn't Patrick." Peter slipped off the table and he handed Thomas his jeans. "Here's your trousers. I'll wait outside the door?"
"Can you just...wait there?" Thomas sighed and he looked slightly ashamed. "I just don't want to be alone."
"Sure." Peter averted his eyes while Thomas dressed and when Thomas was done, he crossed round until he was standing in front of Peter.
"You didn't have to hide your blushing eyes, Peter Kemp." Thomas looked slightly better. His face wasn't as red, though he still looked sad.
"I'm just being a gentleman! Come on, Tom. We'll get you some nice biscuits." He reached out and he took his best friend's hand.
"Thanks, Pete."
"Always."