Thomas was about to ask if there was anything that he should pick up on the way home, literally going from masturbating in his car to being the domestic boyfriend that he usually was around the house. But then he was cut off by the sight of Jetsam. He was greeted once again by the text messages that they had shared. He cleaned himself up as fast as possible, tossing the napkins out the window, and hurried as fast as he could back home.
He walked in calm. Controlled. If he went in freaking out, things were sure to get out of hand. He learned that from Jetsam. Donβt go raging in like a moron. He put away the few things that he had went out to grab in the first place, then walked towards their shared bedroom. He knocked on the door, nervous of what he would see when he stepped inside because oh, things were not feeling good.
