Tommy looked between the two of them, practically beaming. They both wanted him to be around and they both liked him and... they didn't have to. Tommy's parents, they were stuck with him; Bret and Paul had made a choice to like him - in Bret's case, love him - and that, Tommy thought, was one of the best feelings in the world. "Careful, you two are going to give me an ego." He teased, playing it off easily; they knew one of his major issues now and that should have made him feel awkward, but he didn't think that either Bret or Paul would judge him harshly.
Shifting his chair even closer to Bret, Tommy leaned against the mortal casually, just liking the contact, liking how good it felt for Bret's arm to be around his shoulders in public, where people could see that he belonged to Bret, not that he thought they were looking. But if they did... Tommy smiled at that thought and took another long sip of his drink, his eyes still focused on Paul.
"So you sing, play guitar and piano and... you're in pre-law at NYU, right?" Tommy leaned forward a bit, not necessarily away from Bret, but just so he could be more involved in the conversation with Paul; he liked having things in common with the mortal. "Do you know what your focus is going to be? Like, public law, private law, and then all the subsections?" He knew his concentration, of course, but he still hadn't figured out what career direction to go in. What he did know, however, was that he could intelligently discuss law and school without seeming awkward or feeling out of place.