The large one has left himself open to emotion, thus emphasizing the benefit of my way of life. Hmm, I had best try to... comfort... him. His claws will be needed in the future.
Again without warning Thomas abruptly stands and leaves, following JK. His expression never changes throughout.
"Both my parents worked for the government, you know. Neither of them are here to talk about it though. Police officers. I am under the impression I know how you feel," Thomas says to JK.
Urgh, going to have to try.
The corners of Thomas' mouth twitch a few times, before finally creating a friendly smile.
Hope its convincing enough.
"There are many different people who work for the government. My assumption is that P1 wiped out a black-ops unit, which would have been comprised of men without families. They lived and expected to die in that occupation. I doubt they were anything like your father," he says at length, painfully maintaining the smile.
Bah! Enough!
The smile disappears.
"Take your time. Come back when you feel better," and with that Thomas returns to the table.