"And there you are, just as crazy as before, because only you could think this is relaxing. You make Derek look sane and he's certifiable." He wasn't any better than Oliver in fact. "A spa is relaxing. This," he said, waving one pointed finger toward the sky. "This is so not relaxing."
Tommy looked insulted. "I'll have you know that the blue of my eyes matches perfectly with the violet, and if you don't believe it, just ask TJ. It was pretty much the first thing he said when he saw the color." He gave up trying to look affronted and chuckling. "I can turn into other people. I can turn into myself, the non violet copy, but it takes a lot of energy. I have some time to learn to control it, unless you have good news and it was all a lie and we're about to go somewhere with a spa."
He sighed at the question. "Physically? I'm good. It's hard not to when we're been tortured on a daily basis. Mentally?" He shrugged. "The urge is always there, just beneath the surface. Some days are better than others. Today is not such a good day, but it's not like we have something... actually we do. I just try not to think of all the drugs Brian has stashed in that supply truck."