"So did I," Thomas said sadly. He wanted to see his father now. In fact he felt like he was a child again and he could just climb into his parents' bed where he could curl up and feel safe.
Emma came bustling back into the room and she handed the two of them some pamphlets about Huntington's before bustling out again, muttering something about laundry.
Thomas sighed and he pulled one of the pamphlets towards himself so he could give it a cursory glance. It described the disease and what families of affected people could expect to see. It made Thomas rub his eyes tiredly.