Tom pressed his fingers to his eyes one last time - an act to steady the confusion. None of the few passing people seemed to notice or care about him, which helped to justify prolonging his need to stand up and act like a proper adult.
Until someone said his name.
Startled, Tom leapt to his feet, embarrassed to be found thus in public. He bit back the rising bile, he was just found sitting like a no account bum on the steps outside that library he'd arrived in, but he would not lose the rest of contents of his stomach when he had caught the attention of someone.
Tom appraised the young man in front of him before addressing him - he was somewhat confused as to who he was, who would know his name in this place, and then it hit him. Tom was surprised, he had not thought the person he was conversing with on those PDA things was actually a man of his word.
"Right, Mr. Wells," Tom said curtly, "you actually exist."