Thomas laced his fingers in hers, not wanting to pull away but knowing they needed to do something other than simply standing around. Her presence was always a double-edged sword. She gave him strength, but also a responsibility. Whenever he knew she was safe, Thomas could do what needed to be done. Here, at his side, she would need protection.

He needed a weapon, and for that, he needed money.

"Well, we could be tourists." It was a dodge, a sarcastic remark to cover up his nerves, and she'd see right through it, like she always did.