"I'm a hair dresser. It's the easiest way to get my fix." He considered it nibbling, taking just a little, enough to quell his hunger, never satisfy it. He didn't like what he became, when he gave in to it, damn Harry's influence, making him want to be a better person.
He sort of felt a kindred spirit to her. She was like him in some ways, in ways no one else could relate to. His sister was too power hungry, his brother was...different. Harry was one of the real good guys. Hey, at least it gave Thomas something to aspire to, even if he knew he'd never really get there.