&; roxy-tyler.
Roxy smiled. “Nice to meet you too, Tom,” she replied. She noticed how shy she looked, but having spent a short while on the psychiatric ward she was used to being around people of that nature so it didn’t really faze her. She just aimed to keep being friendly to him, so he’d hopefully feel more comfortable around her. “So, Tom - wha’ do you do round here? D'ya go to college or uni?”
The girl’s demeanour helped to set Tom’s nerves at ease, and his shoulders dropped from where they had been, frozen halfway up to his ears. His fists remained buried in his pockets, and his fingers curled around his thumbs, but he was getting there. It was a start. “Yeah, I, uh... I’m at college. Studyin’ art an’-- An’ English,” he replied slowly, carefully. “How, uh... How about you?” There was a brief pause, before he blurted out, “What about your baby?”, and that’s when he felt an anvil drop on top of his chest. “Is... Is it okay that I asked that?”











