"And you don't mind that I misrepresented the situation a bit in order to do it?" Tommy asked, not letting all of the worry he'd felt over basically lying to Bret and Paul infect his voice; just a bit of it broke through. "I did say that it was Party business and Harvey is a member..." Tommy trailed off, smiling up at Bret instead of thinking too hard about that particular worry, or about all the worries that were slowly coming back to him now that he was in New York again.
"But, yeah, I'll just get some clean clothes from their apartment and... well, I have a bit of running around to do now that I'm back again-" His Dad, he needed to check on Marijuana, he needed to try to talk to Glibt without being angry at his Papa, he needed to see if his Father was angry at him... "-but I'll be back by the time you're finished up and I expect lots of catching up, Mr. Broadway Star." He leaned up to nip Bret's lower lip lightly, letting a moment of want appear in his eyes before he looked back over at Harvey and Paul and it disappeared to be replaced by affection instead.
"It's really fuzzy." He broke in tentatively, not wanting to interrupt them too much, but then there was talk of Bret's rehearsal - he looked up at Bret worriedly for a moment - and pie - Tommy forgot about a missed rehearsal and grinned excitedly instead - and Tommy just grasped Bret's hand as they made their way through the airport. As they walked, Tommy slowed once, to dig his cell phone out of his bag, hurrying to catch back up with his boyfriend as he turned it back on. He sent out a flurry of texts to his parents to tell them that he was back, sent out a quick burst of messages to the Highway mortals that still seemed to care about him - Cam and his bodyguard - before slipping the phone back into his pocket.
Eventually, they made it to Bret's car and Tommy slipped into the front passenger seat, holding his bag in against his chest and leaning back to rest his head against the cushion. He kept his eyes open, though; he didn't want any of them to see that he was tired and tense as well as ecstatically happy. And once they were driving, he looked over at Bret curiously, his smile still wide and happy. "What kind of pie are we getting?"