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"I was hoping for a moment alone... to speak" -Micheal gray
On this day Thomas had hunted down and found Polly's only living child, Micheal gray. He was living off in the countryside with a nice family and went by the name Henry. The only people who knew about Micheal at present were Polly and Thomas. They had decided it best to keep thing on the low until they knew for certain Micheal would be coming home. When Thomas found the boy, he realised that this boy would never want to come home. Not with the lies his current family had been filling his head with.
Among this Arthur had killed a man in the fighting ring. He said it was an accident the boy just got caught with a wrong swing. But Thomas saw the body and could confirm Arthur lost his rags and went, so to speak, nuts.
And Thomas, in attempt to make up for his time gone, brought Francis a basket full of the little sour lemon sweets she had whilst at the hospital. She smiled and thanked him but less than two minutes later she was back to being angry at him, but now even more angry that he had tried to bribe her happiness with fucking sweets.
A soft knock sounded from Frans front door. She looked up from the 'food' she was eating and headed over to the door. It swung open and she was greeted by the very confused face of none other than Thomas Shelby.
"What's on your face?" He asked.
Francis looked around cluelessly before looking over at her reflection in a mirror on the wall. On her mouth was a dark black smear spreading from her bottom lip to her chin.
"Oh god," she quickly tried to rub the mess away.
"What have you been eating?" He slammed the door shut, pushed past her and ran into her kitchen inspecting it.
Low and behold there sat a pile of half bitten charcoal. He picked a piece up before quickly placing it down.
"It's not that bad! I was hungry!" Francis was quick to make her case.
"So eat a fucking sandwich or something, Francis! Not bloody charcoal!" He began gathering the messy substance and chucked it all into a pile back on her fireplace.
She dropped her head in embarrassment before quickly walking over to her sink and washing away the charcoal. She looked back up and met his eyes. They held a sort of sorrowful look but at the same time he looked as if he was about to choke out a laugh.
"Don't laugh!" She raised a pointed finger towards him.
"I'm not" he shook his head and then brought out a cigarette from it's case.
