Thomas still wasn't sure what to think about the whole situation, admittedly. He had grown accustomed to playing (or attempting to play) peacekeeper between the two women- all the while keeping the whole thing hidden from Bridget- but he was becoming (painfully) aware that, despite his efforts, the balance he thought he'd struck was actually not one at all. He didn't know what to do about it all, however, and the whole thing was weighing heavily on his mind.
He had been doing chores outside that morning, the air crisp with the coming winter. His arms were heavy with a load of firewood, and he nudged the common room door open with one foot to bring it inside, taking a moment to stack it beside the hearth. Rubbing his hands together, he held them out in front of the fire- it was still low, but he'd be sure it was burning higher as the inn got more crowded through the day.
Finally turning from the fire, Thomas smiled to notice Abby in the common room. He practically skipped over to her table, dropping a kiss to her hair. "Good morning, my love."