Forever yours

Chapter 15 - Thomas

After a long conversation with his in-laws, one he enjoyed, because he loved them, but hated at the same time for everything they made him feel, he was now at home. Luna had arrived not much later on his terrace, knocking in some coded rhythm on the glass. Thomas had instinctively grabbed for a knife, that girl really needed to learn that knocking on someone's window in the middle of the night was creepy, especially during a time like this.

"You're lucky you sent that message when you did," Thomas said while he plugged the phone in.

"I had a feeling you wouldn't have an iPhone recharger lying around," Luna giggled. Her eyes roamed the little kitchen and the adhering living room.

"You like it?"

Luna nodded. "Yes, it's more modern than I had expected from you."

"Hey!"

Luna heaved her shoulders, and dropped down on the couch.

"So, what do we do now?" Thomas asked, while he joined his red haired friend.

"We need to get Myka out of prison. She knows more than anyone how Lucifer works and what he's capable of. She is part of our group. We need her to find Vanessa."

She sat up straighter, determination shone in her eyes.

"Easy, Luna," he tried, but to no avail. Luna was already up from the couch and opening every cabinet. "Hey!"

"We need a screwdriver."

Luna walked nervously from the kitchen to the living room and back, not caring that this wasn't her house and she had no right to open all of his personal belongings.

Thomas jumped up and grabbed her wrist. "Hey, stop that!" His voice was more serious than he ever sounded, and it made Luna stop and look up at him.

She was ruining Esmeralda's tidy held cabinets.

"Then, where is your toolkit?" She asked, her determination still as present as before, but calmer now.

"In the hallway, but Luna, calm down. We don't need all of that." Thomas was trying to keep calm himself, but just like the past month, he found it difficult to feel peaceful.

So he did the first thing that came to his mind that brought him any comfort, he started to make sandwiches for both him and the younger girl.

"Yes, we do. How else are you going to break into my sister's cell?" Luna countered back.

She was restless so Thomas let her rather rude tone slip, not that he liked to be spoken to in such a manner. Then again, he felt on edge as well and his tone wasn't what it should've been either. He guessed this was his new normal now, frustration covered in a layer of rudeness.

"With the key that I know Mario keeps in his desk drawer. Now sit down and eat something," he took some more Nutella and spread it over his sandwich, "please."

Luna did what was asked of her. She sat down at the wooden table that connected the kitchen and the living room. When Thomas joined her with a plate of sandwiches, she grabbed one with jam. Her face lit up when she tasted the glorious aroma of the homemade pear and cinnamon spread.

"Mmm, Thomas. This is the best thing I have ever tasted," she moaned with her mouth full. "How are you not selling this stuff?"

Thomas awkwardly laughed at the compliment. His cheeks felt as if they were turning a soft pink. He shyly turned to his left to fidget with a bottle of milk.

"Luna," Thomas asked after a minute of silence. "Did your sister always have those visions?"

A few seconds passed before Luna answered.