He gets caught up in it, the ebb and flow, stepping back and accommodating, accommodating...

He can do this. He always had it in him, in the end. It's a frame of mind he's getting used to. Looking at the from the outside, Mike would seem the focus, the control. But go deeper, father down, falling through layers, and Tom is at the core, given over but still, on his knees, in control. Loved.

When Mike went still he looked up at him with concern in his eyes, worried he'd done something wrong.