It wasn't long before Thomas felt another presence beside him. A small smile crawled up his features before he averted his gaze to the other, a hand coming to rest on the notebook on his lap. "Nice to see you, too..." Pudding. "...Harper." he finished, fighting against the urge to use nicknames, just because he knew how much the boy despised them. Surprisingly,
he was not in a particular mood to pick fights.
The fact that Sam's bright eyes were following the progression of the cigarette between his fingers to and from his slightly puckered lips did not go unnoticed. "Didn't fancy you a smoker, I have to say." he took the packet of fags on his lap and tossed it expertly towards Sam. "See, when you want things all you have to do is ask nicely. Take your little Book of Sins right here for instance." he lifted the offending notebook up in one hand, indicating what he was referring to. "A little 'thank you' would have been lovely for saving this thing. Or perhaps a complimentary fruit basket, whichever you'd like." A small laugh. Instead of handing the boy back his notebook, he merely settled it back on his lap, a challenging smile on his features. "Why are you always so... angry?" he asked, his tone curious. "It does not become you, you know. I bet a smile suits you better than a scowl."
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