"Yes, please," he said, feeling a little ridiculous. "I'm probably driving my son mental. So I came here to spread it around a little."
Victor chuckled and he helped Thomas stand up before wrapping the man into a hug. "We can take it. What's going on?"
"Lena's still sick and I can't help." Thomas went to lean against the breakfast bar in the kitchen. "I'm used to being a caretaker so not doing anything is making me all anxious."