#tom mason

Been thinking about Tom Mason/Titus Danforth

Tom and his colony find the Danforth Resort, and believing it to be abandoned, force their way inside.

It’s perfect. Tons of space, everyone can have their own room for once, more food than they could imagine, and miraculously, running water. They enjoy it for a good six hours before a man and woman about Tom’s age walk in.

The woman immediately makes her irritation known. They are not welcome, and need to get their filthy selves out of her house. The man nods along, but Tom can sense a weakness in him.

“We’re not leaving,” Tom says firmly. “We’ll behave. We’ll do chores, and set up a farm. You can rely on us to take care of this place, but we are not leaving.”

“Absolutely not. Our lawyer—“

“You think the law is still at play?”

Her face twists. “We have other means of getting you out.”

Tom turns to the man. He’s broad and strong, but stands half hidden behind the woman. “You her husband?”

The man’s shoulders shoot back as if he wasn’t expecting to be acknowledged. “Her brother. Twin brother.”

“So you’re equally entitled to this estate?”

“Now hold on—“

“Yes,” he interjects. His sister’s head snaps toward him, he fidgets in his spot and glances at her from the corner of his eye.

“Great,” Tom claps his hands together. “Wouldn’t you like thirty new members of staff? This place sure does seem like it’s used to being well taken care of.”

“Well…”

“Titus!” The woman snaps. “Absolutely not!”

Titus pouts, but his frown quickly turns to something harder. “You can stay, but only if you do exactly as we say.”

“Titus!”

He stomps his foot like a child. “I’m as much of an heir as you, and I hate doing the dishes! You always say you’ll do them next time and you never do.”

“Thank you for your hospitality,” Tom says before the woman can argue. “We’ll behave exceptional guests.”

“You’re not guests,” she bites. “You’re staff.”

Tom holds his hands up in surrender. The woman starts barking orders, but the man lingers, looking Tom up and down with his hands clasped behind his back. Without a word, he turns on his heel and heads upstairs.