It took Thomas a moment to realise what the tattoo was about. At first he thought it was cute and nice, but then the meaning behind it sunk in.
"Jameson-" Thomas felt his throat constrict and he just knew he was going to cry. After nearly two decades of managing to only cry a handful of times in front of his son, now he was going to do it in front of Theseus as well. And sure enough, his eyes burned and tears escaped down his cheeks.
Thomas breathed out shakily, and then he wrapped his arms around Jamie, albeit carefully. He buried his face in Jamie's hair and planted a kiss on his son's head. "You are...the best present I've ever gotten," he said with feeling.