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IT WAS ONLY a few hours later- in fact nearer to seven and once more Tom struggled with his outfit. And again, he was talking to Christopher.

"She invited you?" Christopher asked once more, hoping to possibly get a different answer. 

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. 

"Yes," Tom chuckled. "She did." Although, those words were followed by a heavy sigh, which confused Christopher. 

"What's wrong, my friend?" Christopher asked, caring for the one person who had saved his life several hours ago.

"I guess..." Tom started off. "This is quite-"

"-up your street?" Christopher interrupted, smiling slightly. "I understand Tom..." Christopher inhaled sharply. "... Meeting Sarah was scary- and having a family, ain't no picnic." 

"Are picnics better?" Frowning, Christopher walked over to his bed and sat next to his wife. 

"Were you... never taken as a child?" Tom immediately shook his head. 

"Don't you remember? Those days that I had my own stepfather would throw Mum around and I'd..." Tom had to pause. "... I'd see her with bruises Chris. I couldn't stand it..." 

"You became a spy so you could stand up to yourself..." Christopher bowed his head and he felt the warmth of his wife's hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Tom, you deserved better..." 

"You were there soon after." Tom simpered. "You're like a brother, so thank you." Christopher pecked the back of Sarah's hand. 

"You too... brother." He snuck in and leaned back. "Well, Thomas, I wish you luck and... have fun." 

"You're implying-"

"Well-"

"We're just two adults-"

"Very friendly ones-" Tom chuckled. 

"Whatever you think." Sarah grabbed the phone. 

"Thanking you bringing my husband back alive. You're a life saver." She said, smiling. 

"You're welcome, Sarah. Hey, give a little wave to the kids and... the little un'" Tom said before being handed back to Christopher. 

"Have fun buddy. And good luck with that tie." Christopher commented and ended the call. 

Tom looked at himself in the mirror and stared at his reflection.

He yanked the tie out from his collar and threw it on the bed.

"Let's do this..."  He whispered to himself before making his way over to Elena's front door. 

And into her house and her table.

For dinner. 

"So, do you like it?" Elena asked, pushing her fork into a slither of lettuce. 

"It's..." Tom swallowed a small bite. "... great!" Elena finished the last bite other food and so did Tom. 

She picked up both of their plates and washed them as Tom made his way into her living room, with a glass of wine. "Nice place..." Elena made her way into the living room with him- smiling slightly with her glass.

"You came like a few days ago..." She said.

"Yeah..." Tom rubbed the back of his neck and sat down with Elena. "Elena, look... I... I am sorry about what happened earlier-"

"No, I have to apologise." She blurted out, pressing her hand onto his arm. "I acted rashly Tom... I am sorry." 

"No, I have to... I dragged you into a situation you weren't comfortable with-" Elena slammed her glass onto the table. 

"I am a psychologist... you need to talk... then... I should help. W-why did you... become a security guy?"

"I struggled a lot as a child..." Tom felt comfortable talking to Elena. "My father died when I was six and my Mom, remarried. He was..." He gasped. "... bad." 

"I'm sorry." Elena leaned forward. 

"I shouldn't be telling you this... I don't know why I am telling you this." Tom place this cup onto the table also.

"It's fine. It's also my job." He edged towards her. 

"I feel... comfortable talking to you..." Elena exhaled loudly and Tom caressed her cheek. She looked straight into his eyes and both leaned forward. 

Their lips pressed onto each other's and Tom climbed on top of Elena, kissing his neck and slowly making his way down to her temple. 

Elena wouldn't sleep tonight and neither would Tom. 

As one happily went along, the other, had mixed feelings. 

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