Lena had no idea what Jamie meant by that, but she watched the colour drain from Thomas' face, so she imagined it wasn't good. "Wait...wh- His dick?!" she hissed.
Thomas' breathing had become loud and it was clear he was struggling with anger. He had been standing until then, but he grabbed a chair and yanked it closer so hard that it scraped loudly on the floor and the sound made Lena jump. "Sorry," Thomas managed to grit out. He sat down hard, so he could try to look into his son's eyes. "Jamie. I'm sorry, but I need to ask- Did that actually happen? How far did it go?" It was clear he was holding himself together by a thread for the benefit of his son.