Tommy is feeling lonely today, and it's starting to get to him. It happens every once in a while. It was terrible for the first year, until he adjusted somewhat to the isolation. The "freak outs", as Caius called them, got fewer and further in between. Tommy is resilient, he's learned to adapt. Caius didn't give him any other choice.

The blues are hitting him hard today, and he needed to take a little time to cry and feel sorry for himself. He laid in bed and wrapped his arms around himself and took slow, deep breaths until it passed. He thought of a few ways he might convince Caius to stay with him a little longer for his dinner tonight, so they could spend some time together.

It's still hard, but it makes him feel better when he can get a little quality time in with him. If he plays his cards right, Caius will let him out of his room tomorrow to let him clean. It's nice to go upstairs and get some daylight through the windows and a change of scenery from his cellar walls. The chores will keep him busy, and he feels proud when he does a good job.

He grabs a purple crayon - his favorite color - to scribble down a list of good things to think about instead. There's a bunch of Psych episodes scheduled to play on channel 56 this upcoming weekend. Caius will need his nails done again soon, so he'll probably get some time in Caius's room while he gives him his manicure. Tommy's pretty proud of how good he's gotten at french tips. When he finishes, Caius looks at his nails, and looks at Tommy, and smiles at him, and it's nice.

Tonight, he throws a concert. With his headphones on and his eyes closed, he can picture the crowd at the old Maidstone. The place is a little small, a little hot, a little sticky, but the energy of the people who come to shows there is amazing. He's on that stage, he's singing to that crowd, they're loving him, he's loving them back, there's so much love in the room. He dances, he sweats, he sings his heart out, whispering into his imaginary microphone.

I do my little lonely dance Performing for my only fan 'Cause it's my kind of party My room is where my heart is

This is such a good idea ajfhuoivhr....

Mmmm…. where Fletcher removes it for nice reasons?

Or when they remove it under uh…distressed circumstances. Like…when Tommy might not be able to take it off and put it on himself.

Because I have a chapter in mind for one of those things, or I could write a drabble for the other. So I guess…which would you rather see?

I’m not married to a specific height. Caius is tall, but not so tall that he walks in the room and you’re like “damn. U r tall.”

WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW! Thank you so much, I'm so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sooooo glad you enjoy it! This whole series is so self indulgent, I'm glad to hear other people enjoy it too!

Tommy and Caius's dynamic has been really fun to write, and there will be much development between the two of them soon!

I'm not sure if you mean -sad fucking days in the story- or -sad fucking holidays- so, days in story, yeah. I think I like to write angst. I like the idea of writing a harrowing series about a really brutal life.

In the case of -Sad fucking holidays-, I hear you, and I'm sorry. I've been getting the holiday blues pretty bad. I'm looking forwards to the season being over with. At the same time, there are still many good things about the holidays, which can really complicate your feelings.