He knew she was right. They likely did need to see him and it more than likely would be better for him to see his family. His father. But the thought of it… it made him feel sick with anxiety.

“Maybe… It’s just… It’s hard,” Thomas hesitated. He was struggling to find the words – but what words could he say? It was obvious how he was feeling and what was happening. He didn’t feel there was anything he could say to help him feel better.

In a moment of weakness and without thinking of the practicality of it, Thomas opened his mouth, “What if you came with me? It would be nice to have company when I… when I see him.”

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