Lena led them into her bedroom, knocking on the door as she entered to let Thomas know they were there. The dinner she had made him was resting on the nightstand, cooling, as Thomas read his coursebooks. He looked up when they entered, however, smiling at them. The expression didn't reach his eyes as usual.
"Hey, Thomas," Lena started, already sounding serious.
"Hey. Wha- Oh god, what happened? Is it my dad?" Thomas asked, looking terrified all of a sudden. Lena felt a twinge of guilt for being relieved at seeing an actual expression on his face, since it was caused by worry for his father's declining health.
"No," she held up her hand and then went to sit on the bed, gesturing the kids forward too. "It's not your dad, honey. We're- We're worried about you."