imagine Thomas, sitting across from you at the circular dinner table in the tiny kitchen you both share. on the glass table is a small breakfast. Thomas chews slowly, his sharp jaw moving with each chew. his brown eyes show how tired he really is, the flight he had overnight taking its toll on him. you knew he was exhausted, so you stood up and placed his now empty plate in the sink along with yours. his elbows on the table held his head up, and his eyes were already closing. your fingers slipped into his hair and pushed his bangs away from his face. he groggily smiled, it was one of his favorite things that you did. he followed you into the bedroom, hand in hand. you pulled him under the covers and you both fell asleep tangled up in each other.
