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[everthefootman.livejournal.com]

S'pose I did miss it, really.

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Pre-funeral? Since I'm not sure Matthew would be too keen to stick around otherwise.

[the-entail.livejournal.com]

I imagine you would. [Perched on the edge of the bed, his cane propped at his side, he wordlessly presents Thomas with his arm, giving him access to his cufflinks. They've both certainly come a long way since the day they met, haven't they?] There's nothing worse than being without an occupation, if you ask me.

Is Carson faring any better? I'm afraid I haven't thought to ask before now... [Though he has had a lot on his mind...]

Quite. Poor Matthew, yeesh.

[everthefootman.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you would understand, sir. Everything going topsyturvy after the war. [Thomas carefully does up Matthew's cufflinks, straightening the sleeves just so]

Mr. Carson is faring much better. He'll be attending this afternoon, I believe. I can't say seeing him ill was any joy, sir, but it did give me the chance to be useful again.

[Hopefully, Carson will let him stay on afterwards. Thomas doesn't relish the idea of being booted out again, after being as helpful as possible, the past few days]

It broke my heart a little D:

[the-entail.livejournal.com]

I'm certain he'll be able to find a use for you, Thomas. You've worked so hard... [In fact, at times, it;s seemed as though the whole house has been leaning heavily on Thomas in Carson's absence, putting him squarely in the thick of it. Matthew can scarcely recall anyone been called for so often in his life, or anyone rising to the occasion so adeptly since the war.]

[Nods to the suit jacket that's hanging on the door of the wardrobe a little sheepishly.] Would you mind bringing it over? I'm saving myself for the stairs...

[everthefootman.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you'll put in a good word for me, sir. Some of the staff weren't too keen on having me back.

[He helps Matthew into his suit jacket, smoothing it across his shoulders and brushing it off carefully.] I can help you with the stairs, sir, if you'd like. No shame in it. I'm only grateful my own injury doesn't get in the way much. I know there were many who were worse off.

[He thinks of Edward, of William, and pauses for a moment in his brushing before he finishes the task.]

It's good to see you back on your feet again, sir. We're all glad for it.



OOC: Thomas and Matthew are the ones I feel the worst for, really. They've both lost so much, because of the war, and in their love lives. It's terrible, really :\

[the-entail.livejournal.com]

[Meets Thomas' eyes in the mirror, smiling the best he can.] The worst is over, at least we can say that much.

[It isn't lost on Matthew that the war was traumatic for the both of them or that Thomas is the only one left at Downton who has any understanding of what it was like at the front. He feels... compelled, somehow, to ask after him. They were comrades in arms, after all.] I hadn't thought you'd intended to stay at Downton?



[ooc: That's why I'm holding out for the Christmas special, if there is one. Hopefully, there'll be some better news for these two!]

[everthefootman.livejournal.com]

[Ah, another sore subject. Thomas distracts himself by kneeling in front of Matthew to help with his shoes] Hadn't intended to, sir. But the job I was hoping for was not as successful as I thought it might be. So here I am again. Back where I started.

Not that I'm complaining, of course, sir. In this times, I'm lucky to have any sort of job at all.

[the-entail.livejournal.com]

There's that. [And, unlike the Crawley's, Matthew at least knows what it's like to have to earn your own living.And as soon as Thomas is finished with his shoes, Matthew grips the handle of his walking stick and prepares to push himself to his feet, stubbornly refusing to accept Thomas' assistance until it's absolutely necessary.] I, for one, am grateful you're here. I'm not sure how this house would cope without at least one able-bodied man about the place. They seem to be few and far between.

[attic-nights.livejournal.com]

What's that?

[everthefootman.livejournal.com]

Begging your pardon sir, didn't see you there. I only meant that it feels good to be back in service, after being away from it for so long.

[attic-nights.livejournal.com]

That's quite all right. I was trespassing on your private time. [Striking a match, he lights a cigarette, exhaling a thin, controlled stream of smoke.]

Were you away at war?

[everthefootman.livejournal.com]

[Any excuse for a smoke break, really. Thomas lights a cigarette of his own, letting the smoke pour out of his mouth as he exhales]

I was, sir. Sent home early, due to an injury. [He holds up his gloved hand and waggles his fingers before taking another drag]

You look too young to've been in it. Then again, I think most've the boys there were too young.

[attic-nights.livejournal.com]

Oh. Oh, I'm terribly sorry to hear that. [He's almost disgustingly earnest, looking at the other man with soft eyes and his mouth slightly agape.] No, I was indeed too young. My brother [And that ends in a sort of abortive mumble as he picks a bit of tobacco from his tongue.]...but I was still at Eton.

[everthefootman.livejournal.com]

[What a sweet boy. Reminds Thomas a bit of William, really, that wide eyed look. His gaze lingers on the parted lips for a moment before he looks down at his own feet. Staring won't do him any good.]

Your brother, sir? Did he make it back?

Pre-funeral? Since I'm not sure Matthew would be too keen to stick around otherwise.

[the-entail.livejournal.com]

I imagine you would. [Perched on the edge of the bed, his cane propped at his side, he wordlessly presents Thomas with his arm, giving him access to his cufflinks. They've both certainly come a long way since the day they met, haven't they?] There's nothing worse than being without an occupation, if you ask me.

Is Carson faring any better? I'm afraid I haven't thought to ask before now... [Though he has had a lot on his mind...]

Quite. Poor Matthew, yeesh.

[everthefootman.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you would understand, sir. Everything going topsyturvy after the war. [Thomas carefully does up Matthew's cufflinks, straightening the sleeves just so]

Mr. Carson is faring much better. He'll be attending this afternoon, I believe. I can't say seeing him ill was any joy, sir, but it did give me the chance to be useful again.

[Hopefully, Carson will let him stay on afterwards. Thomas doesn't relish the idea of being booted out again, after being as helpful as possible, the past few days]

It broke my heart a little D:

[the-entail.livejournal.com]

I'm certain he'll be able to find a use for you, Thomas. You've worked so hard... [In fact, at times, it;s seemed as though the whole house has been leaning heavily on Thomas in Carson's absence, putting him squarely in the thick of it. Matthew can scarcely recall anyone been called for so often in his life, or anyone rising to the occasion so adeptly since the war.]

[Nods to the suit jacket that's hanging on the door of the wardrobe a little sheepishly.] Would you mind bringing it over? I'm saving myself for the stairs...

[everthefootman.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you'll put in a good word for me, sir. Some of the staff weren't too keen on having me back.

[He helps Matthew into his suit jacket, smoothing it across his shoulders and brushing it off carefully.] I can help you with the stairs, sir, if you'd like. No shame in it. I'm only grateful my own injury doesn't get in the way much. I know there were many who were worse off.

[He thinks of Edward, of William, and pauses for a moment in his brushing before he finishes the task.]

It's good to see you back on your feet again, sir. We're all glad for it.



OOC: Thomas and Matthew are the ones I feel the worst for, really. They've both lost so much, because of the war, and in their love lives. It's terrible, really :\

[the-entail.livejournal.com]

[Meets Thomas' eyes in the mirror, smiling the best he can.] The worst is over, at least we can say that much.

[It isn't lost on Matthew that the war was traumatic for the both of them or that Thomas is the only one left at Downton who has any understanding of what it was like at the front. He feels... compelled, somehow, to ask after him. They were comrades in arms, after all.] I hadn't thought you'd intended to stay at Downton?



[ooc: That's why I'm holding out for the Christmas special, if there is one. Hopefully, there'll be some better news for these two!]

[everthefootman.livejournal.com]

[Ah, another sore subject. Thomas distracts himself by kneeling in front of Matthew to help with his shoes] Hadn't intended to, sir. But the job I was hoping for was not as successful as I thought it might be. So here I am again. Back where I started.

Not that I'm complaining, of course, sir. In this times, I'm lucky to have any sort of job at all.

[attic-nights.livejournal.com]

What's that?

[everthefootman.livejournal.com]

Begging your pardon sir, didn't see you there. I only meant that it feels good to be back in service, after being away from it for so long.

[attic-nights.livejournal.com]

That's quite all right. I was trespassing on your private time. [Striking a match, he lights a cigarette, exhaling a thin, controlled stream of smoke.]

Were you away at war?

[everthefootman.livejournal.com]

[Any excuse for a smoke break, really. Thomas lights a cigarette of his own, letting the smoke pour out of his mouth as he exhales]

I was, sir. Sent home early, due to an injury. [He holds up his gloved hand and waggles his fingers before taking another drag]

You look too young to've been in it. Then again, I think most've the boys there were too young.

[attic-nights.livejournal.com]

Oh. Oh, I'm terribly sorry to hear that. [He's almost disgustingly earnest, looking at the other man with soft eyes and his mouth slightly agape.] No, I was indeed too young. My brother [And that ends in a sort of abortive mumble as he picks a bit of tobacco from his tongue.]...but I was still at Eton.

[everthefootman.livejournal.com]

[What a sweet boy. Reminds Thomas a bit of William, really, that wide eyed look. His gaze lingers on the parted lips for a moment before he looks down at his own feet. Staring won't do him any good.]

Your brother, sir? Did he make it back?