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Thom was on his way back to his own duplex after his encounter in the village with Zach. Surprisingly, or perhaps not so considering he had come out ahead, he was in an excellent mood, even chuckling softly to himself as he crutched along, the flattened top hat set upon his head. He was nearly to the duplex now, on his way indoors for a cool nap while the sun was highest before escaping to the beach for a few hours later that afternoon.

However, he fell silent at the sound of someone approaching, but only quickened his pace when he recognized Natsumi coming from the opposite direction, heading for the same destination. Not that 'quickened' meant much when one leg was toe-less, one was a crutch, and he was dragging a heavy tail behind himself. "Natsumi! Wait f'me at th' stairs!"

He flashed a grin when she paused to wait for him, though the look quickly faded as he neared enough to notice the changes. Mind, the first difference was the red of her eyes and the few stray tears, which on their own were enough to worry him, but a second, more thorough inspection quickly revealed the further visible changes, including her flattened stomach.

He paused in step a short distance away, completely at a loss for how to react or what to say. Finally, sighing, he gestured her towards his own door, crutching the rest of the way towards her. He looped his free arm around her shoulders, drawing her into a brief hug, then steered her towards the door. "C'mon, inside. ...A lot's happened since I've last seen you, I'd imagine?"

He guided her inside, pausing just long enough to close the door behind them before continuing towards the bed. Releasing her, he sunk down on the edge and propped the crutch against the bed at his side, patting the space beside himself for her to join him ever as she began speaking.

Thom listened in silence while she explained, frown deepening to one of anger at her tale. He? Who was 'he'? Though she hadn't said, he had a good idea, especially when Japanese words were her explanation of the derogatory term 'he' had used. Making a mental note to have a talk with this 'he', he began to reassure her when the story grew worse.

And then Natsumi was sobbing and hugging him and whimpering something about December, and Thom was completely at a loss for how to correctly respond in such a situation. Somewhat awkwardly he returned the hug, heart sinking into his stomach. So he had guessed correctly: She had lost the baby. Sighing once more, he made himself relax and attempted to organize his thoughts. Meanwhile, he allowed her simply to cry, offering some comfort by rubbing her back or petting her hair, or so on and so forth.

Finally, when her sobs seemed to be fading, he gently pried her away enough to glance down at her, offering a weak smile. "Firstly, we both know whatsisface is in denial, far from mature, and quite likely lashin' out at people for bein' stuck on this damned island. We also know that you, Natsumi, are most certainly not, ah.. that d word that I would certainly mangle if I dared attempt. Chin up, don't let him get t' you, alright? He'll realize his mistake in time." Meaning, as soon as Thom got in trouch with him.

"Secondly," but he hesitated. What could be said? Was there anything that could be said? Thom had never known a woman who had miscarried before the island. He had never known a woman who had been pregnant period, excluding perhaps his aunt when he was younger. Life had just worked out that way. And now this? "...All I can say is I'm sorry. I'm sorry for your loss, I'm sorry you 'ave t' go through this... I suppose th' best you can do is be grateful th' child does not 'ave to as well."

Again he hesitated, carefully considering his words before speaking. "I would never...say that it is good that you lost th' baby, Natsumi. But this island... The island can be dangerous even for the adults 'ere. Better this than somethin' more painful later on, right..? Or bein' taken by th' labs?" It was a hard argument to make, a rough subject to talk about at all, but it was the best he could do. It wasn't Natsumi's fault the child had died, nor did he want her lamenting over what might have been and longer than absolutely necessary. The island was no place for a baby, but it was still a hard loss to bear.

Meanwhile, Newt had spent the entire morning slaving away as he used that misused brain of his to come up with a rather exciting picnic lunch he packed in a basket he had borrowed form the cafeteria. Dragging it behind him as he hopped, it was rather difficult to catch himself in a landing with the large burden of their meal. Enough that by the time he had reached Natsumi's duplex, he had tripped over his own feet and tumbled into the downstairs entrance's door in a heap of froggish limbs and basket.

He was wearing his cleanest jumper that day on top of the nicest outfit Aubrey had given him, including the white suit shirt and black tie, the jumper unbuttoned just enough to see the collar. What was left of his hair was combed in a mad attempt to tame it, which left it looking greasy and plastered to his head, but at least tidier than usual. He had also collected a half decayed boquette of long stemmed fruit covered in maggots and beatles he had prepaired as a boquet. This lay scattered about his chest and the front step as he landed.

The reassuring peaceful moment was abruptly interupted by a loud thump against the door. It didn't sound like a knock... But... Hopefully no one was hurt.
And hopefully it wasn't Taro... it didn't take a genious to figure out he hadn't taken to Thom, and if Thom was right-Which Natsumi was sure he was, God only knew what Taro'd think about doing just to let off steam.

Natsumi tensed visably as the hood flared out, while something did reason the hood flare wasn't exactly made for eating her... It just reminded that gecko in her mind all the more what the Cobra-man was capable of. Though that didn't turn into cohernt thoughts, and just left the Japanese woman confused as to why her heart was in her throat and she was thinking about ducking under Thom's covers.

She distracted herself with following Thom's movements to the door, letting out a sigh of releif when it wasn't someone dangerous... But harmless little Newton. Upon reconizing that, she moved up off the bed, following Thom's tracks to the door to offer Newton a slightly teary-eyed smile. "Are you alright...?"

Now really, he wasn't that terrifying! Thom's frown deepened, hood angrily flaring to its full extent, which really wasn't much further. Briefly, the cobra piped up in his head, recognizing the floundering creature as food--and an easy catch at that, judging by it's state. However, Thom shoved the thoughts aside on the grounds that he couldn't possibly eat something the side of a human and that Natsumi seemed to know this frog man.

Ah, Natsumi knew him. Scowling, Thom backed away a few paces, then turned and stormed back towards the bed--as much as one can storm with a crutch--waving Natsumi further out. "You know 'im, you deal with 'im. I'm not goin' to eat 'im, ruddy idiot..." Mumblemumble.