Summary: While waiting for Joan, the sides and Thomas theorize about things.
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Thomas walked Joan to the door. When they got there, Joan turned and looked up at Thomas, who was still feeling more than a little shaken up.
“Hey. You okay?” they asked.
Thomas made a face, glancing over his shoulder, but the sides had retreated back to the couch and he couldn’t see them anymore. “I guess so?” he said, raking his hand through his hair again. “I mean…I’m feeling a little better now that I know you see them too, but I’m not sure what it means for the both of us. You know?”
“I really do.” Joan smirked, then shrugged. “But I mean, what else can we do but roll with it?”
“You sound like Logan,” Thomas said. “It’s happening, so let’s move forward from here.”
“Logan is a smart guy,” Joan agreed, patting Thomas on the shoulder. “You should listen to him.”
Thomas chuckled, then grabbed Joan’s hand on impulse and clutched it for a moment. “You’ll come right back?” he said. “Promise?”
“Yes, I promise, Thomas,” Joan assured him. “Hey. It’s gonna be cool. Okay?”
“Yeah. I guess. Okay.”
He watched as his friend climbed into their car and pulled out of the apartment’s parking lot, then turned and headed reluctantly back inside.
Now that he knew the sides were really there, he was feeling…oddly self-conscious about the whole thing. These were his characters–parts that he’d played for over a year now. And they were here, in his apartment. He doubted he could’ve been more gobsmacked if all his favorite Disney characters suddenly came to life and started asking for coffee.
He rounded the corner and there they were, still solid as ever, sitting on his sectional couch. At least I have a big couch? Thomas thought, then bit back an insane urge to giggle. He wasn’t sure it wouldn’t turn hysterical if he did.
The sides all looked up at him, and he flushed under their combined scrutiny. “Uh…do you…do you guys need anything? Drinks, or…or anything…?”
“Drinks might be good!” Patton said, climbing to his feet. “Let me help you with them, huh?”