"You did what?" Kwest asked in astonishment as Tommy bent over to pick up some clothes Kwest had thrown haphazardly on the hotel room floor. Kwest rolled his eyes at Tom's Obsessive Compulsive Disorder as Tom looked up at him with a shrug.
"I washed her hair. Why is that such a big deal?" Tom asked shrewdly before sitting down on the edge of the bed, grabbing some paperwork he and Kwest were looking over as he went. Kwest just stared dumbfounded at him.
"You're in love with her." He stated matter-of-factly as Tom's head snapped up and an annoyed expression covered his features.
"And you assume that because?" Tom asked sardonically, holding his hand up when Kwest opened his mouth to speak again.
"Just don't, man." Tom said softly as Kwest leaned over and snatched the report Tom was pretending to read out of his hands.
"How long have we been best friends Tom? And out of all of those years, how many woman have you let yourself get close enough to that you would do something that personal, excluding sex. Zero, Nada, Nilch. I mean, come on! You paid for Portia to go to a spa when she needed some TLC. So either you're lying to me, or you're lying to yourself." Kwest said seriously as he put the report they had been working on between them. Tom looked up at him with an unreadable expression on his face before he shook his head slowly.
"I have never been that cold with women before, Kwest. I treat them like queens." Tom argued as Kwest 'hruumphed' loudly.
"No, Tom. You pay other people to treat them like queens." Kwest remarked wryly as Tom stood up and fell easily into an armchair away from the bed. Kwest picked up a sponge basketball and threw it at the door where he had hung a small basket when they checked into the hotel. He liked to have something to do with his hands when he was thinking. Glancing over at Tom, he raised a brow at his silence.
"If it bothers you that much, Tom, I won't say anything more about it. But I will say this. I think you're running scared. For the first time in your life, you might actually have the true 'I could seriously put myself on the line for this girl' feelings, and it scares the hell out of you. Do yourself a favor, Tom. Get over it." Kwest said in a serious tone as he picked up the paperwork they had been working on sporadically. After finalizing a few things on it, Kwest glanced up to see Tom still sitting there staring at the wall. Throwing the sponge basketball at his head, Kwest watched as Tom leaned over to pick it up.
"It helps you think." Kwest said casually, smiling when he saw Tom throw the ball at the basket. They were both engrossed in their own thoughts when the phone rang.
