The laugh that rose from his throat was strangely distorted...disconnected, aloof, but not cold, not quite. Reaching out, he ran his hand through her hair...and the touch was familiar. Warm, gentle, and unquestionably that of the man she had married.

"That is the ultimate problem." he explained quietly, still not smiling, scarlet eyes softer somehow. "Because I am Tommy...but he is no longer the only one in the room."