Thomas' ears turned a little red, and a faint smile edged at the corner of his lips. At first. Hearing the other's worries earned a sympathetic look from the old demon. How he wished to comfort him, but if he behaved too familiarly he could risk frightening him away. He had to be careful, especially if he was right that this was, somehow, his Michael.<br/><br/>As Michael rose out of his chair Thomas opened his mouth, but hesitated. He couldn't let him go! He'd only just found him. Quickly following him out of the cafe, Thomas called to get his attention. "Michael. Listen. I don't mean to be so forward, but would you perhaps like to meet again? Maybe go out together to dinner together?" He asked softly, feeling a nervousness in his stomach he hadn't felt in millennia.