Thomas was well used to Jamie climbing into his bed after a nightmare or during a thunderstorm. It hadn't happened in a while and it was little wonder since Jamie was 18. He was more than grateful Jamie still knew he could come wake Thomas up if he needed to though. It made Thomas feel accomplished.
"You don't have to apologise, kiddo," Thomas said, running his fingers through his hair to get it to calm down. "You wanna talk about it?" He gestured for Jamie to come into the room though as an afterthought he realised his son might not really want to sit on his bed and talk any more. It might be better to go into the living room. He would follow Jamie's lead.