10 Danny's POV
"Er, guys, come here a minute." Harry called from the sink, Dougie and I stopped our conversation to go over, looking out the window like our drummer was.
"Does that seem normal to you?" Harry asked, nodding at the scene outside. At first it looked entirely normal, Buzz running around the garden like any little boy, his hoover in front of him as Tom watched. But the problem soon became obvious when Buzz ran over to Tom, clearly wanting him to play, but only getting a hand stroking his hair instead.
"That... That is definitely not normal." I mean, I didn't have any kids, but I had younger cousins, and I had never seen anybody do that with a child, especially not their own. Tom should have been playing with Buzz, doing... I don't know. Chasing him round the garden? Helping him with the shapes on the doorway thing, pressing buttons on the toys so Buzz knew that they did things? Anything but sitting there, simply stroking the kid's hair briefly before encouraging him to go back to playing by himself.
"I thought not." Harry sighed, looking disappointed for a second.
Buzz reached out to Tom, taking his glasses off him, trying them on for himself. Tom flashed a smile, before taking them off the baby. I swore I'd seen Tom let Buzz take his glasses for longer than that, letting him play with them. In fact, I was sure I'd seen Tom play with Buzz quite often before, in fact I was certain of it. I remembered watching Tom chase Buzz around backstage at an arena, before picking him up and spinning him around, pretending to dance with him, everything you did with a child. Why the difference now? What was going on?
"You don't think he's acting like this because of the divorce, do you?" Dougie asked, chewing on his lip.
"I don't know." Harry wrapped an arm around him.
"No, he was, when we were talking earlier, he was concerned about Buzz being happy. If this was to do with the divorce, he'd be doing his best to cheer Buzz up." I was sure of it, so sure of it. Earlier on Tom had been really concerned with Buzz and how he was after the hospital, I was sure if this was to do with the divorce; Tom would be doing everything he possibly could to make Buzz forget about the past few days. But he wasn't, he was just sitting there. Something else was going on here, and I couldn't put my finger on it.
"He doesn't look happy." Dougie commented, I leant closer to the window, really paying attention to Tom's face.
He didn't. He didn't look happy in the slightest. Tom looked like... he looked like he wanted to join in badly, but something was stopping him. But what could possibly be stopping him? What could he possibly be thinking about that was stopping him playing with his son? Especially after the past few days, what could be more important than giving Buzz some normalcy?
I couldn't think of anything, couldn't make heads or tails of what was happening. Tom should have been playing with Buzz, should have been joining his son, even if his heart wasn't in it. He always used to join in, no matter how he was feeling. But now he was staying still, keeping out of Buzz's way, instead watching him like a hawk. And that was while staring at Buzz longingly, like he wanted to join in. So why wasn't he?
It didn't make sense, none of his behaviour made sense. None of this entire situation made sense. I couldn't understand any of it, none of us could. It was just... Tom wasn't being himself, and it went further than just his wife leaving him. Something serious was going on, even the shrink said to keep an eye on him. But what the hell could we say to him to get to the bottom of it? Everything we had tried recently hadn't worked.
I wouldn't give up though, I refused. I was going to get to the bottom of this, and I was going to help fix Tom too. Somehow. I didn't know how I was going to do it, or even what was wrong, but I was going to do something. I wouldn't stand to see him look like this. Tom didn't deserve to look like this. He deserved to be happy, and I was going to make him.