Thomas wanted to argue that he should make his own sandwich; that he didn't deserve Jamie's sandwiches, but the fact that his son has offered to make one made him want to sob in relief. He sank into a chair at the dining room table and rubbed at his eyes tiredly.
"I lied to my son for the first time in his life, after promising I never would. Pretty sure I'm horse shit. But that's not your problem, it's mine. I'm going to try so hard to make it up to you. How do you feel about ponies? You want a pony? Or a Power Wheel! You used to ask for those all the time. I mean, you were five..."