[Part of it was done behind his back, but Thomas had offered to kick him out - still, he'd felt somewhat coerced, knowing the level of upset it would cause. He'd felt compelled to go along with it, and he's extremely uncomfortable with the whole situation still.
He isn't surprised when she asks about Edward's name, since he'd seen her reply to him on the network post he'd introduced himself in, and so he just nods.]
Yes, Edward Courtenay. From 1917. Served in World War 1. Blinded by mustard gas.
[He frowns a little, spearing a strawberry with his fork and putting it in his mouth, chewing absently while he glances out the window.]
Apparently one of Thomas' few friends and, I suspect, a crush of his.
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He isn't surprised when she asks about Edward's name, since he'd seen her reply to him on the network post he'd introduced himself in, and so he just nods.]
Yes, Edward Courtenay. From 1917. Served in World War 1. Blinded by mustard gas.
[He frowns a little, spearing a strawberry with his fork and putting it in his mouth, chewing absently while he glances out the window.]
Apparently one of Thomas' few friends and, I suspect, a crush of his.