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[very_sharpe]

Thomas is... excited. He's nervous, but it's a good kind of nervous. When he gets dressed that morning, he thinks about something that might be flattering and still casual. Biffy pointed out that most of what he wears is flattering, but still. He chooses a green button down, because the color will reflect in his eyes, and a pair of dark blue jeans. The sleeves end up rolled up to his elbows because he knows it's warm outside, rather warmer than he's used to but he doesn't mind.

He waits, because he feels like he ought, until about lunch time. Then he calls Edith.

"Hello, Edith? I was wondering if you would come to look at something with me. I could come pick you up, if you like."

Thomas doesn't have a car, but he could meet her at her building and walk with her, it wouldn't be a trouble.

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[very_sharpe]

"You made it seem possible. I mean, back when-- back in Allerdale. Even before that. You made me want another life. Something better. Something I made myself. And you liked my little tinker toys."

He remembers how special it felt to have her in his attic, even if the place had been dismal. He'd like sharing things with her, showing her the things that made him happy.

[ghostsarereal]

"Of course I did," Edith says, as if that should only stand to reason. She knows it's more complicated than that, that there's more at play, but for her, it's always been that simple. Ever since she first saw his demonstration for her father, she was impressed with what he could do, and the same was just as true of the toys in his workshop. "People here will, too. I'm sure of it."