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tom mcnair (tommcnair) wrote in portland_logs,

He couldn't help it, he grinned, "well that's why you've got me, ain't it? To be strong for you, when you need it," Tom gave her a gentle nudge, "I know you'd do the same for me, if it were reversed." So for now he'd hold her up while she was getting her feet back on the ground. He didn't doubt it'd take Elena long, she were that kind of girl, weren't she? Didn't let much of anything keep her down for too long. It was one of the things he liked about her, that and her smile, which were infectious.

It still felt a bit unreal, being with Elena, but in a good way. Like being in a really good dream that you didn't want to wake up from. Only she were a bloke, which were a bit strange, but he'd get by so long as she needed him there. Tom just wished he could be more actual use, other than just making her tea and listening, which didn't seem much of anything, when she had so many other problems to deal with.

"It ain't usually so mental in my world," he said with a sad smile, thinking of how his friends spent their days working and making a life for themselves, trying to be human in a world that didn't want them to be. It made Tom miss them all the more, but he didn't say so. "Usually it's a quite place, except for when the vampires kick off, or the Devil decides to start an apocalypse. You'd probably like it," he told Elena with a smile. It'd be nice to show her around his world, though she already knew Alex and Hal from work. He felt a pang of emptiness as he looked at the room, knowing they weren't likely to be here again any time soon. He had Elena, though, and that counted for a lot.

"Yeah, I don't blame you being a bit worried about how those conversations might go, but you all have to be struggling with this, right?" Tom said frowning into her dark eyes, concentrating on the soul inside, and not on the surroundings. "They've got to deal with loosing a lot too," he stroked Elena's hair, trying to tell her with his touch all the things he couldn't make understood in just words. They had to loose her. It was more than he could bare to think of, and he'd only just met her, in the grand scheme of things. How they felt, well, only she could find that out, couldn't she?

He wasn't entirely expecting the kiss, but when it came Tom went along with it. It was a bit weird, getting tickled by whiskers, but it was still her. "It's a bit weird," he told Elena with a shy smile, "but it was okay. You need a shave though, my girl," he didn't like the thought of her thinking he was worried by it, though, and gave her another quick peck. "Next time you tell me you're getting razor rash, I'll be a lot more sympathetic," Tom told her with a grin.