Hoping for something besides Tchaikovsky had probably been asking for too much. The look on Thomas' face said as much, his entire attitude stiff and reminiscent of someone being caught by a surprise party thrown by a number of people that they had never really considered friends, which was, incidentally, pretty much exactly the sort of sentiment that Thomas now held towards what the rec room seemed to find funny.

As soon as he registered Faye's question, he turned towards her, glad for any out (imagined or not) from having to listen to the score of Swan Lake again. "Unfortunately," he admitted, taking a couple of steps into the room. "Every time."