[He's not going to answer that question. One look should be able to express that much.

(But the answer is yes.)

His arms tighten, cross harder over his chest as his face schools impassive. It was a dick move, he can admit that, but it felt pretty damn good. He doesn't want to tell her he'll lay off only to lose his temper and disappoint her, either, so he hedges the request.]

She's your mom, Jo, she wants what's best for you.

[And it's not too damn hard to tell that he's hoping what Ellen thinks as best for her is getting far the hell away from Tom.

Because he's petty.

He sighs.]

Fine. I'll lay off of him until your mom warms up to him. After that, though, it's all fair game. Deal?