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Tommy grinned, finding himself pleased to hear that she thought his past life to be somehow fascinating, when many he had met before considered him little more then a bum who lived on the street, swindling people of their money. It had been a hard living, but one that he had, however, enjoyed immensely. "I was in gymnastics and dance as well! Though it progressed from there as I self taught myself a great many other things." But gymnastics had actually laid down the foundation for him, in the beginning, his body becoming more flexible the longer he kept at it, allowing him to try and do more outrageous things with his body.

"I will show you some neat tricks sometime, if you like, though I am afraid my time in the pod left me a little rusty." He was working on it, though.

He gave a nod, a sound of agreement in the back of his throat before he shifted slightly against the wall, lifting his arm up the more she attempted to wiggle beneath the sheets on the bed, allowing her more space to do so. "It is a nice thought, to think that I might find them here. But what of you? Is there anybody from your life who ever disappeared without a trace?" He asked, perfectly content to switch subjects over to her now as he felt he had said enough about himself.

"Nap time." He repeated, accent suddenly thickening to the point where the words sounded utterly foreign as if he'd never heard of the concept before.

Suddenly, he felt completely trapped. Between a lovely woman and a hard place.

He wasn't sure whether to be happy with that or not.

"Unless you are hiding a secret inside your pants I do not think it sounded so bad." He assured her with a grin.

Despite only having just met, Tommy was finding himself liking Hattie more and more, though at this point he was just slightly wary of how much of her personality was genuine and how much might have been fake (he was inclined to believe in the former but he had been fooled by people before). But it was impossible to ignore the way her eyes sparkled, and her enthusiasm, so he grinned in return. "Of course of course. It would make me quite happy to have somebody to practice with, bella." His lapse into the Italian word for beautiful was a force of habit that he likely didn't even notice he had done.

As the mood changed, he almost regretted asking his question. As soon as she mentioned her mother, Thomas's heart twinged and sank a little. She did not seem overly sad, but he could only imagine that at the time of it's happening, it had affected her greatly. "I am so sorry." He said, and while it could not possibly be all that helpful, he tacked on anyways. "It was always just me and my mama. I never knew my father. I do not know if I would ever wish to." And perhaps he had lost his chance, now, having come here.

As things seemed to go back to normal, Thomas barked out a laugh. "Nap time." He said, the same as before only with his voice slightly lower, and a waggle of his eyebrows that meant absolutely nothing at all and likely did nothing to make the sentence, as ridiculous as it was, any sexier. When she was settled in, his arm went back around her, and he let out a long sigh, his body sagging a little in defeat.

"I guess so, but you have to go for a jog with me afterwards." He teased by leaning forward to murmur it in her ear.

Did he actually expect her to agree? No. Not really. But it was worth a shot.