After his last reply to Holden, Thomas closed his journal with a thud and tossed the thing on his bag on the floor. His upper body was bare, only clad in mere loose pajama bottoms as he lounged comfortably on his plush four-poster bed, his hands poised casually behind his head. He was certainly not dressed for company, so after a small sigh he stood, summoned a plain white shirt from his closet and wore it, after which he had prepared a tall bottle of whiskey and shot glasses on his bed.
It hadn't taken a while before his ears were greeted a slight knock and a faint, but deep voice. "Took you long enough." he exclaimed from where he stood leaning on his side by the bathroom entrance. His tone was teasing, friendly. His eyes raked over the man who just came in by the door appreciatively, a smile crawling up his lips as he gestured for the other to walk towards his bed. "No need for formalities here. Go have a seat wherever you wish, although I do need to discourage you from doing so on that bed." he gestured towards the one on his right. "Just... don't ask." he made his way slowly across the room towards his bed and sat on his pillows, leaning against the headboard. "Come on. I don't bite." he gestured on the spot across from him, across the glasses and whiskey in front of him. "At least not until I'm asked to..." a smirk.
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