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[ Thomas is many things, but she's not stupid. She knows that - despite sir's offers - she can't afford to be there for the duel coaster. A box seat, sir had offered, but... well. She might not know much about Tron's plans but she has the feeling that even that would be too close, after her having changed sides.
(besides that, she doesn't want to run the risk of him or, more importantly, V seeing her)
(she won't hide who she is anymore but she doubts, somehow, that it would be met with any kind of good reception, particularly right now)
So a direct video link from sir's room, that's what she's requested for tomorrow. There's a tablet set on the bedside table, one he's assured her she'll be able to connect to the feed from when the time comes.
And in the meantime, tonight, her only request was that sir come away from his work just a little earlier that he might have otherwise. That he leave the last-minute things to other people where they could be left, and come attend to her.
(she doesn't want to admit it, doesn't want to say it out loud and make it real, but Thomas is scared)
(for sir, moreso for V - or rather, whatever of Chris is left in him, if any - because...)
(because Tron had flown into a rage when he'd found her packing, and she'd felt the way he'd pulled at her crest, knows that if it weren't for sir's protection she'd be laid out on a bed the same as III now)
She curls in against Heartland's side, rubbing her face against his neck as the credits roll on the movie she'd asked for - some simple, childish animated thing, the kind she'd never gotten to watch once they'd gone to the orphanage - and lets out a quiet little noise of... contentment? Distress? She's not really sure, to be honest. ]
Thank you, sir, for the movie...
[ Shifting, she reaches up to unbutton his shirt, but only so that she can slip her head in against his chest and press her ear to it, listen to his heartbeat while she pulls the fabric of his shirt around her head a little. ]