"Marshmallows and whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles." Tommy added with a nod, not caring that it was a rather childish request because he was allowed to be childish when he was so happy that he just wanted to grin and jump up and down, when he was so tense that the millions of different things running through his mind made him want to snap harshly at the people he cared about.
Glancing up tentatively in the rear-view mirror, he saw that Harvey was trying not to shake his head, but at least the older immortal didn't look mad at the fact that Tommy had quite obviously been speaking to the god who had caused all the trouble to begin with. He gave Harvey a tentative smile in the mirror and then turned his attention back to Bret, frowning in confusion as his boyfriend spoke to Paul.
And then Tommy had to let his bag slide down off his lap to accept the teddy bear and Tommy rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "It was a metaphor, silly! Poorly constructed, but still a metaphor." He stuck his tongue out at Bret childishly. "Careful, I just might take a nap, though, and you'd all be utterly bereft of my sparkling personality, at least until we get pie." Tommy did, however, run his fingers lightly over the NOH8 patch, wondering why the bear felt like- oh. Tommy smiled and closed his eyes as he drew it to his chest and hugged it gingerly, letting calm power wash over him. At least it made some of the Republican smell - which Tommy was starting to realize reeked of elephant dung - go away, not that anyone in the car would have been able to pick up on it in the first place.
Resting his cheek against the top of the teddy bear's head, if anyone had been looking at him, they would have seen his eyes go that bright glowing green before he closed them and reached out to the power he could feel radiating off the bear, fumbling for something to connect him that energy. He found it in the dedication, the passion, and pushed just a tad of his own power through that connection. Not enough to make him tired, but enough so that the teddy bear would smell very faintly of marijuana smoke and crisp, clean legislation paper for a day or two; Tommy smiled as he opened blue eyes and twisted in his seat to give the bear back to Paul with a murmured thanks and another roll of his eyes at Bret's teasing antics.
"So where are we going for pie?" Tommy asked, turning his gaze back to Bret and reaching out to trail a hand down his boyfriend's forearm simply for the sake of contact, because, even if it had only been a day, he had missed Bret more than he'd admitted to himself while trying to persuade Harvey to come back.