He had tears streaming down his face too, and if he hadn't been so utterly miserable, Thomas would have been mortified.
"I... dammit, Mel," he muttered, kneeling in front of the chair and resting his head against her legs, doing his best to awkwardly hug her. "I can't be mad, it hurts too much. I'm sorry I hurt him, I swear I am, I'm just not... please don't leave."
He kept muttering the last part, hoping that somehow it'd change things.