[Are these actually words coming out of his mouth? He'll be so embarrassed later. Tom can normally stand to talk to people for about five hours a day and most of that is spent on Jo and Claire. The idea that he had willingly flung himself into a social gathering (two, actually) is almost beyond belief. Especially considering he instigated them.]
Having friends here helps more than you know. [Is it obvious how lonesome he's been?] Sarah's great.
We practically grew up together. Harmony is a tiny town and our families are friends. We got together in high school and we got married two years after. [Tom shifts and pulls his wallet, opening it and offering it to Jo. It's a typical man's wallet, with three plastic sleeves in the back for pictures containing shots of Sarah, his son Noah, and them all as a family. They're cheesy, the kind you get at the Sears photo studio, but he doesn't care. His family is his world.]
That's Noah, he's eight.
[There's a swell in his voice. He's a proud papa but god damn does he miss them.]
I don't know what I'd do without them. [Truth is he'd never been away from them, so he has no idea.]
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Date: 2013-08-19 11:47 pm (UTC)[Are these actually words coming out of his mouth? He'll be so embarrassed later. Tom can normally stand to talk to people for about five hours a day and most of that is spent on Jo and Claire. The idea that he had willingly flung himself into a social gathering (two, actually) is almost beyond belief. Especially considering he instigated them.]
Having friends here helps more than you know. [Is it obvious how lonesome he's been?] Sarah's great.
We practically grew up together. Harmony is a tiny town and our families are friends. We got together in high school and we got married two years after. [Tom shifts and pulls his wallet, opening it and offering it to Jo. It's a typical man's wallet, with three plastic sleeves in the back for pictures containing shots of Sarah, his son Noah, and them all as a family. They're cheesy, the kind you get at the Sears photo studio, but he doesn't care. His family is his world.]
That's Noah, he's eight.
[There's a swell in his voice. He's a proud papa but god damn does he miss them.]
I don't know what I'd do without them. [Truth is he'd never been away from them, so he has no idea.]