55 Harry's POV
Tom came back from therapy looking incredibly distracted, like he was completely and utterly lost in a thought he couldn't quite decipher. He was utterly lost by the looks of it, and I had no idea by what. Surely therapy couldn't have been that bad, could it?
Though... maybe Natasha had started bringing him round to the idea that he had been mistreated. God, how would that even look? Like this? Or would he be more jittery, or trying to deny it? I didn't know, wasn't sure what to expect with that. Natasha had said that she would warn us when she was talking to him about that, but she hadn't, so maybe this wasn't it. Maybe this was something else. But what else could make Tom so lost in thought, so much so he was barely paying attention to the mess his son was making of his lunchtime banana?
"Penny for your thoughts?" I asked, making Tom jump feet, "Sorry."
"Huh? No, no need. I was... I was thinking." Tom snapped into the world, immediately reaching for wipes to clean up the mush on Buzz's face. He'd somehow gotten it in his hair, I didn't even know that was possible.
"I could see that, need to talk about it?" I added a smile to that, trying to appear friendly.
"Erm, no, it's fine." Tom shook his head, flashing a smile back at me, though it was clearly the fakest one he had given yet.
"You sure? It looks like a serious bit of thought." I pushed gently, hoping to get something.
"It wasn't, just, just thinking of what I need to get with the shopping." Tom lied, so damn obviously lied.
"Alright, but if you do need anything, we're here, alright?" I decided to leave it, thanks to past experience. Instead, I settled for squeezing his shoulder, and doing the washing up for him while he cleaned up Buzz, making the most of his distraction.
Tom didn't come to any of us, instead, when looking at the baby monitor again, we discovered him sitting in Buzz's room, on his laptop this time. He had seated himself on the opposite wall to Buzz's cot, and was reading something. What though none of us could tell, the picture was too grainy to see. Whatever it was, Tom was very interested in it.
"That's new." Danny commented, squinting like that would help him figure out what was on the screen.
"Very. When was the last time we saw Tom with a laptop?" it had to be last year during a meeting or something. For a minute, I was quite glad that we were in break mode, so Tom didn't have to deal with band life while he was dealing with this. Also, I was glad to know that Fletch understood too, he was fully supportive of Tom regaining his footing after his wife left him, and for him getting to the bottom of his problems. How long it would take though was another question, and I think we all feared him telling us that we were needed for some TV thing. How Tom would cope with that in his state was anyone's guess.
"Er, last year?" Danny answered my question, "And he really wasn't that into it then."
"He hasn't played World Of Warcraft with me in a long, or any other game." Dougie spoke up, that was also true, thinking about it. I couldn't remember the last time I'd walked past our games room to hear Dougie shouting something about Call Of Duty, or even mentioning having a game of something against Tom.
"That he hasn't." So this was definitely new, and very different. Something had to be up. Or at least there was a change coming to Tom's behaviour. Though why he was risking waking his son up from the light coming from his laptop was anyone's guess.
Tom at that point shifted a bit, drawing our attention back to him. He started to chew on his finger nails, but then stopped himself, instead starting to look very uncomfortable.
"It doesn't make sense." He muttered to himself, shutting the laptop, "She was right, she was always right."