Lena sighed and rubbed her eyes tiredly before nodded at Jamie. "Yeah. Worse. Thomas, I'm calling Victor Brannigan and you're going to rehab. Tonight. Right now."
Thomas swallowed roughly and finally he stood from the chair, unable to keep sitting any longer. "Whatever you want," he said as quickly as he could. "I'll do anything, Lena. I- I'm so sorry. I fucked up and I'm so sorry. Are-" Thomas' breath started to come too quickly and Lena could tell he seemed like he was on the verge of a panic attack. "Are you- You aren't- Are you leaving me?"
"God, Thomas," Lena groaned. "No. No, I'm not leaving you. I'm mad as fuck right now, but I love you, you idiot." The moment the words were out of her mouth, she watched in shock as Thomas burst into tears, his hand clamped across his mouth.