Thomas had been waiting in the kitchen, his hands clasped together, trying not to hyperventilate. His little boy. His little, perfect boy, who wasn't so very little any more, was going to get married. Married.
When he heard Jamie call out for him, he dashed upstairs and the floodgates just couldn't hold any more. He burst into tears before he reached Jamie's room, and when he did get to them, he just hid his face in his hands. A weepy, "I'm so happy!" issued out from behind them, even though he hadn't asked if Jamie said yes, he simply assumed.