His hands had been shoved so far down into his pockets that his mind, still reeling from the sight of Samantha, had no time to remove them and hug her back. Same for the kiss, he was simply---startled and had no idea how he truly wanted to react. Thomas knew he should be happy to see Samantha because she was his girlfriend, but his heart felt like it was about to putter out. He thought he'd have time to figure out what was going on in his head, and here she was, being happy and sweet because that's the kind of person she was. Happy, sweet, and completely oblivious to the mess in his head.
Thomas dropped his gaze for a moment, lamenting about Scotland's loss and his state of mind. She didn't deserve the false pretense of happiness and excitement he desperately wanted to present her with. He managed to pull one of his hands from his pockets, but only to run it over his face, which was evident with stress.
"I didn't think you'd be here so soon," he admitted, getting the first bit of tension off his shoulders. "I---thank you for coming, but I'm--my head's not in the best of places, for something like..."
He smirked and let out a breath, wondering if it would be better to go back to the hotel to talk or not. No, he didn't think he'd have been able to make it there himself. Thomas had been proud of himself this year, having strengthened his ability to not hide away from his problems or things that made him feel uncomfortable. It took a bravery of sorts that he'd never had, and he believed that Samantha deserved that sort of honesty from him.
"I ran into someone from my past on New Year's," he muttered, ears going red not only from the cold but the thoughts of his ex. Thomas ducked his eyes, feeling embarrassed and ashamed, "and it's got me---twisted."
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