The smirk didn't make Tommy's blush deepen slightly, it was the smirk's possessive nature that made Tommy flush and glance down to the side, trying not to think too hard about how it made him felt. He concentrated instead on the prospect of Bret and Paul doing an album together. In a perfect world, Tommy would have been able to help by trying to persuade Heroin to listen to them and see if he'd be willing to produce. Or, at least, Tommy could have asked his step-father to connect the two mortals to someone who would write original material for them.
But it wasn't a perfect world and Tommy wouldn't even suggest it; he just nodded and looked thoughtful. "I get that. I mean, I hadn't been exposed to Broadway before I met you and my musical interests just..." Tommy shrugged. "I guess they match my dad's pretty closely and I never thought to stray outside that. But bringing music and theater together, it's... an entire experience. Like Pink Floyd's The Wall, just without animation that brings to mind the most lurid and messed up acid trip possible." Tommy was getting off track again; he tended to do that rather often, so he hurried to get back on the topic at hand. "But that sounds really fun for the two of you! And if it happens, I'm totally going to try to tag along to your recording sessions."
And then they had returned to discussing Bret's idea and Tommy couldn't help but lean across the table a tad more as well, wanting to be close as they talked even though they both had parents in the bar. "I think about a lot of things involving you." Tommy said truthfully, trying not to look down at the table or away at anything else; he wanted to concentrate on Bret. "Most of it is just... us, you and me, making each other feel good." Tommy tucked a lock of hair behind his ear anxiously. "But, yeah, I think about... that, sometimes." He glanced over at Harvey and Paul for a moment, blushing deeply before he drew his attention back to Bret. "I still maintain that it's all your fault."