"Belos? That's crazy, considering my great, great grandparents changed their name from Belos to Beaumont in the 1970's. Are you a relative or married somewhere in the family?"<br/><br/>The mention of the name had triggered his memory, but that was the first wave. The second wave was an image in his mind, of a man named Thomas who made his heart skip a beat for some reason. Shaking his head, he looked up at this Thomas before him. "I'm sorry, I don't think I feel good."<br/><br/>At his question, Michael waved him off. "Please, call me Michael, Mister Beaumont is my dad and he's a jerk." "As for what brings me here, well, the thought of warm coffee. And an escape from loneliness at my place. What about you huh Thomas?" Meeting his eyes, Michael held his gaze, his eyes gleaming with interest.