Thomas Julian Kemp (asterismos) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2014-11-25 04:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | jameson kemp, roxanna fielding, thomas kemp |
WHO: Thomas, Open to Jamie and Roxanna
WHAT: Just Kempy times (AKA I can't goddamn sleep so I GUESS I'll sleep on the plane whatever, brain)
WHEN: Tuesday
WHERE: Their house
WARNINGS: TBA
Through some kind of miracle, or possibly Thomas' love of the source material, his grades hadn't slipped at all even with a missing Roxanna and rehab to distract him this semester. Thomas was still maintaining his straight A's, something he would be more proud of if it didn't take so much goshdarn energy.
When Thomas wasn't in class, he had taken to wearing pajamas around the house and refusing to shave. He had now developed what Lena had taken to called his 'withdrawal whiskers', which he at least found endearing. When spoken to, Thomas would light up an act like his old self, going back to a faded version of himself when not engaged in conversation, as if it took too much energy to pretend when he didn't have to.
He was getting better, slowly but surely. Thomas still felt like the worst human being in the world, and had taken to leaving little gifts for Jamie, Roxanna and Lena outside their doors or on their dinner plates. He never argued, and he did everything he was supposed to do; eating with the family and letting Lena dole out his antidepressants. He was the very picture of a perfect patient, which Thomas had absolutely never been before. It was clear that under the surface of it all, he was terrified of losing all of them. His animation when speaking to them, his cooperation, the gifts...Thomas was just scrambling to hold on to something he wasn't actually losing.