For a moment Thomas thought that something had clicked into place but, if it had, it was not clear. Instead he simply smiled and listened to the sweet, familiar sound of his beloved's voice. How many centuries it had been. Surely this couldn't be real. Yet even if it wasn't, then Thomas would happily lose himself in this madness.<br/><br/>"I'm terrible sorry. I'm the same myself, actually. Normally I would keep myself busy to avoid it, but lately even my work has become tedious and trying." He explained, quite cryptically. He didn't want to give anything away just yet, lest it paint him as some kind of madman.