Misery loves company (open)

[notallworthy]

Tom Jones has a tendency to blow things out of proportion, wallow in grief, and throw himself blindly into unsafe situations when he feels upset. Losing his lover certainly counts as something to be distraught over and Tom has earned every right to something incredibly stupid. But he is trying to break this habit and he is now desperately

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[onceandfutureex]

Florence has in hand a copy of Joyce's Ulysses, and is poking around the mansion looking for a distraction from the fact that she can't actually make heads or tails of it. Passing down the hall, she hears the sound of familiar music (something of a rarity around here) on a phonograph and goes to investigate.

"Is that 'Spring'?"

[notallworthy]

He nods, somewhat distractedly.

[onceandfutureex]

Distracted = preoccupied with something = possibly interesting. "Are you looking for something in particular?" she asks, frowning at the records.

[notallworthy]

"I wanted to see if there was anything I knew here, miss."

[abitofboth]

Childermass stands. And smirks, though at Tom. The music may actually be why he didn't just keep walking.

[notallworthy]

Tom looks up at him for a moment, not understanding the reason for the smirk.

[abitofboth]

"You make quite a romantic picture, sir. All you lack is a howling moor in the background, or perhaps a hopeless addiction of some sort."

[notallworthy]

"Really? Why? I don't see what good that would do me."

[immune_to_fear]

Tas hears the music and comes to investigate. He goes through the larger pile of records, trying to stuff them into a pouch. They don't fit.