THOMAS

We get it Thomas, you’re hung like a moose.

Dodged a bullet. Not literally, obviously. But metaphorically.

He has never finished a bottle of gin so quickly.

He was sure to leave one of the doors leading to the patio unlocked for Felix despite Thomas’ orders. And then, it was up to bed for the blonde, all too happy to curl up in the bed he had won in earlier’s coin toss against his unintended roommate.

Holding his hand out for those snowflakes spiraling down from the heavens, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he notes those different crystalline structures — the very same getting stuck in his hair.

FOUL YOU WERE ALREADY HIT

He is sitting quite uncomfortably, margins pressed into the thinnest of lines and being hidden behind the curled fist that rested before his mouth until he took a sip of his own hot toddy.

There he is alongside Percy Archibald — a smile hardly hidden behind the crystalline rim of his glass as eyes dart, watching those dancers move round and round to the music. “I have not seen you out there yet.” A gentle jab, as if he had been out there at all.

He’s not tearing up —

Everyone really getting married. Tell me, what is that like? Good reviews?

Enjoying a quadrille.

You complete me.

And you my lady! Unmatched!

By end of night!

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I’m getting one for next year

Lounging on one of those intricately carved stone benches alongside Aurora Cavendish, a smile starting as a group of children sped past in a whirlwind of giggles. It brought a new light to his eyes as he glanced towards Rory. “That’ll be your little one soon enough, hm?”

Downstairs pacing — his hands winging nervously as his feet wear a path in the plush Persian rug below.