Thomas had been up late, studying for a quiz that was coming up on Monday. He felt jittery anyway as he was running low on Vicodin and he was trying to space the last few out in the hope he didn't need to use it any more. He didn't think it was going to work, but he had to at least try.
When he heard commotion in the kitchen, he first assumed it was Lena who was watching Hannibal on her laptop nearby. Instead, when he headed in he found Jamie, hair tousled from sleep.
"Hey," Thomas said worriedly. "What are you doing up?"