I leave my plate in my lap, forgotten for the moment as I give Thomas a small smile. One that is completely sympathetic because I know exactly what he means.

"I cried this morning," I admit, feeling a bit pathetic about admitting as much, but not embarrassed. Not around Thomas, and especially not when he's just admitted to crying too. He surprises me sometimes. "If I were home I would have been having dinner with my mom. I miss her."