Thomas quirked the corners of his mouth up and he took a seat, far enough away that he wasn't crowding her. "I like to think my eyes are devoid of Hell, yes." She still looked so broken and he wanted to hug her so very badly, but he kept himself from doing so.
Charlotte sat beside her brother, and he took his hand again. "Missed you," she said softly. "But I found some nice places we can look at moving into."