Tom always did anger well. Hid it well, but showed it even better

Despite the voice in his head that says he doesn’t want anything that’s owed to his father, Tom can’t wait to get his hands on it.
“Just take it. Hit your old man over the head with it. You’re dying to.

You can know someone all your life, like your parents or family, but I’ll tell you this, Ned. There’s an expression on their face, or a tone in their voice, or a way they walk, that you’ve never ever seen before.
Like they’ve kept it hidden. Until their brother dies. Or their son. I remember those days and they were like these strangers and I wanted to say, Who are you people?

If I did something to hurt Frankie and she said that I was never getting near her heart again, I’d spent the rest of my life trying anyway. That’s the difference between you and me, Tom. I’d go back to the moment it all fell apart and I’d start there.

He came third in the state for woodwork,”
Francesca explains. “We actually had to be proud of him for a whole week. Tough times.

They have a quick verbal exchange but only get to cover the alphabet from A to F, outdoing each other with the most choice of words.