Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

After his talk with Abby and what had happened with Erin, Thomas decided talking to Spectre couldn't wait. There was something wrong in their relationship and clearly Spectre was content to simply ignore it and continue on as if it wasn't there. Thomas couldn't do it any more. He was tired of feeling uncomfortable in his home and dodging his family. Tired of sleeping on the sofa and wondering when his husband would come home, if at all.

( FIGHT )

Thomas was sitting on the sofa in their living room, his son on his knee while his daughter Katya sat on the floor, drawing a picture of something round and purple. James was reading to Thomas, showcasing his incredible brilliance for a boy who had just turned five. The book he was reading was easily fourth-grade level, but that was often the way things went with angels.

( Bump in the road )

It was a complicated question, with an even more complicated answer if he told the truth about things. James had asked him how he had met and fallen in love with Spectre and Mary. And Thomas didn't know exactly how to answer.

( Simple Truth )

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... )

James was, quite possibly, the easiest child to travel with in the entire world. He never complained, and he was always cheerful, eager to see things other three-year-olds would have no interest in, and he had an angel’s composition, so he didn’t get tired as quickly as other three-year-olds might.

( Fantasy )

Thomas was doing everything he could not to think about what had happened in Delford. And while he wouldn't have left the hospital for any other reason...today was James' third birthday, and Thomas had made a promise.

( Coco )

It anyone could heal a heart, little James Littleton could. Mary certainly didn't hurt either! After the harrowing experiences of Old Wildborough, being at home was more than a breath of fresh air, it was a gust of it.

( Bear!Symbolism... )

Thomas was feeling more than a little emotional over his recent traumatic dream, and his less recent traumatic captive experience and death. Most of the time he dealt with it just fine, but sometimes he just needed to be alone so he could think things through. Not that he was ever especially good about doing the logic thing. Which was why he tended to make his way outside to the backyard where he could dig in the earth. Gardening had always made sense to him, and even though he wasn't a monk anymore, it was more calming than a lot of pastimes were. Gardening was simple. If you planted a seed, and then took care to keep weeds out of it's way and saw that it got water and sunlight, it did the growing all by itself. All a gardener was, really, was an interventionist. And Thomas was quite adept at that.

( Pater )