Thomas, who was once again wearing pants, was so excited to see his son he could barely hold still. It didn't help that he was very over-tired and should really be taking a nap. It all meant he was being very silly and Lena was having to deal with it. Not that she minded.
Lena was busying herself making some tea for Thomas. "I'm making chamomile so you'll calm your tits," she said, grinning at him.
"Good luck with that," he joked. And then the door knob turned and he jumped up, a wide grin sort of creepily affixed to his face.