Thomas had just wanted to take a look. A second, maybe two. It had been a bad night. Dreams had not let him sleep. Heart ache had made him get up and wander the halls. He had ended up in the Spine, then he had ended up getting closer to the portal. There was something that drew him to it. A masochist voice, one built on self-hatred and self-pity. It was where he belonged.
He had never been to hell. In his world, hell was part of the Nevernever. But he had learned that it wasn't part of every world. Lucky bastards. Now, he found himself approaching the portal to the realm of demons. To his surprise, he was not the only one ending up here that night. He recognised the priest. In joggers and bare feet. Thomas had at least had the decency to put on a pair of jeans and he wore it well. The incubus wore everything well. The priest wasn't the only one who wore no shoes. He was, however, the only one whose chest was covered. Thomas himself had not bothered to hide his toned body.
"Think if we both go together we can get away with the look?" he commented nonchalantly.