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[giftedthom]

Thom lies sprawled on the floor of his room, one arm flung carelessly over his face. His other hand is wrapped around a bottle of something rather stronger than wine.

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Thom is silent for a while; his breath comes slow and even.

"I don't want to be one big damn happy family."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[a soft, sleepy and husky laugh (a few years ago, men would have dueled Thom for hearing that laugh)]

Then don't. Remain yourself, play your own tune.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't they still?

Would anyone object to her making Thom laugh? he does: dark and bright at the same time, as is his fashion; dark humor, white teeth, sweet and girlish voice.

"Don't be stupid."

He lies there as she falls asleep, not moving, not wanting to talk anymore. His eyes are on the ceiling. His thoughts are somewhere else entirely.