Tom padded up to them excitedly and Poppy gasped in excitement, kneeling down. "There's my good boy!"
Finn seemed fine, if not a little apathetic regarding his return. Poppy, meanwhile, was rubbing Tom's belly.
Tom was in heaven, his tongue lolling as Poppy gave his chest a scratch. "Francis! Look at this good boy!"
She wrapped her arms around his waist before sighing. "We should probably get to bed. We have work tomorrow.
"Yeah, I know," she said, patting his chest. "But don't worry. We've had a week longer than most people."
