I have the key for the house, it's just too quiet, I can't tell if Thomas is a sleep or he is waiting for me because we don't normally switch off the living room lights.
I walk in and he's seated on the couch watching something on the TV. He turns to look at me before he turns his attention back to the TV.
Seems like he is still mad at me.
I know I'm supposed to apologize, but he doesn't seem to be in a good mood, so I'll just talk to him once he's calmed down.
I take off my coat and hang it together with my shoes before I walk past him to the kitchen. I'm avoiding to talk to him, lest I say something bad.
But I have the food and one way or the other I have to tell him. The kitchen is just the way I left it, meaning he hasn't eaten. So I walk back to the living room and clear my throa
