Bret narrowed his gaze at Tommy, trying to bite back a smirk and failing horribly at it. He reached over and gently pushed Tommy's hair back away from his face, stroking fingers along his cheek as he let his hand fall away. "If you like your hair being played with so much, I suppose you can keep doing that," he said with a small growl to his voice.
Paul stifled a small chuckle and brushed his own hair out of his face, a reactionary move. "You two are sweet," he murmured. "Thank you for the vote of confidence though, Tommy. There's always time to decide and change your mind and change it again. Nothing is ever final, I guess. Two years ago my life was completely different and now... you know, I can do something with myself - whatever I want to. That's a good feeling, even if it is hugely overwhelming."
Nodding enthusiastically, Paul leaned forward to talk to Tommy better as well. "You think that if they could make such a difference with the odds stacked so heavily against them, what can we do when we actually have some support. I think it's great what you're trying to do, though - the less prohibition is in this country, the less general issues, I think."