The sound of his own voice kind of surprises Tommy. He hasn't actually spoken aloud to anybody since Kate left that morning. But at this point, he's just going with the flow, and besides, half a bottle of NyQuil makes everything easier to deal with.
"Feelin' better. Still lousy. But better."
He sets his spoon aside, wipes his mouth with a napkin, and looks up at Kate-- and it's almost as if he's seeing her for the first time. Through a new set of eyes. She's beautiful. Almost makes him forget his ex-wife, but his ex-wife is pretty hard to forget.
He nods toward the basket. "What'cha got in there?"
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It comes out as a slow, Midwestern drawl.
The sound of his own voice kind of surprises Tommy. He hasn't actually spoken aloud to anybody since Kate left that morning. But at this point, he's just going with the flow, and besides, half a bottle of NyQuil makes everything easier to deal with.
"Feelin' better. Still lousy. But better."
He sets his spoon aside, wipes his mouth with a napkin, and looks up at Kate-- and it's almost as if he's seeing her for the first time. Through a new set of eyes. She's beautiful. Almost makes him forget his ex-wife, but his ex-wife is pretty hard to forget.
He nods toward the basket. "What'cha got in there?"