Thomas entered slowly, feeling slightly shaky. He hadn't seen his son in a week and he hadn't gone that long without seeing him essentially ever. He tried to keep his smile gentle and he sat in a chair that he ensured wasn't too close to Jamie's bed in case he might be too scared.
"I'm fine," he said, waving his hands around. "Absolutely fine. How are you? Are you okay? Do you need anything? I can get you something if you need something. Are you cold?"