Re: [Brandon Shipping]
The silver smoke from the extinguished candle coiled, serpent-like, in patterns around Thomas' shoulders. It was still there when it should have dissipated long since, kissing the expertly tailored edges of his suit, like a very thin airborne serpent. One of his exhaling breaths caught the little ribbon as it slid through the air in front of his tie, and the smoke disappeared.
"At least there is last. I do... want you to be happy. Believe it or not."
Thomas paused, and watched Luke's face. Was it a good time to ask about seeing the children? He thought it unlikely that Wren would like a clandestine visit, and that's what it would have to be. Luke could convince her... perhaps it was too much to ask.
"If there is something I can do for you, or Wren, or the children, you'll tell me." It wasn't a question. Thomas phrased most of his questions this way.