Tommy hadn't moved while his dad was away. He still had his arms round his head and his eyes shut tight, trying not to react as new snippets of memory made themselves known. It was one thing to know that your hands ached at times, but it was something entirely different to know that they ached because of your hands being broken, one bone at a time.
He didn't look up as Tom spoke. To be honest, it took him a moment to actually realize that his dad had spoken, and then work out what he'd said. "That's great," he muttered eventually, and stayed where he was.