He returns that smile, his own a little sweeter than it ought to be. This lad won't be around for long, after all, and even if he is, it's not as if they have much private space here. But he's pretty, and his jawline keeps catching Thomas' eye-- so he'll be kind, just to see if it gets him anything.

"Thomas," he replies, and sets the kit on the bed next to Alfred. "Go on and take some cotton, if you'd like. How old are you, then? You can't be younger than twenty-five."