thomas and jimmy? love your blog by the way!
Thank you so much! Okay here goes nothing (literally)
Jimmy woke up to the faint ticking of what sounded like a clock hovering just above his head. He smiled to himself. Thomas. Nobody knows clocks like Thomas does, and nobody knows Thomas better than he. Jimmy opened his eyes slowly, and sure enough, there was in fact a pocket watch dangling by a small chain right over his forehead, and beyond that a held out hand belonging a man who looked like he was just about to piss himself with excitement. “Hi, Thomas.” Jimmy whispered, still half awake. “I fixed it!” The under-butler said excitedly, eyes widened. He suddenly withdrew the pocket watch to allow Jimmy to sit up. “When? I know you’ve been working on that one for a while.” Jimmy yawned. He wondered, not for the first time, what this was. Him and Thomas. Just when he thought things were going right, they went left. And honestly? It just didn’t matter anymore. “Just now, I haven’t slept since Tuesday.” Thomas said in a hushed tone. He put the pocket watch in his pocket. “Well, I guess I better go sleep now. I just wanted to tell you first,” Jimmy could tell Thomas was trying to contain his excitement, since he knew Jimmy had boundaries that , for him, didn’t exist. Well, maybe just this once. “Wait.” The blonde said, grabbing Thomas’s hand before he had a chance to leave the room. He patted the bed. “Stay.”