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Tommy may not agree with the Church, but sometimes he just needs confession. Sometimes he needs absolution, sometimes he needs hope, sometimes he just needs someone to listen. And so he has her, and the shadows, and the silence.

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You weren’t sure what you were to Tommy. You meant the comment about acting as his confessor. You fulfilled that role. You weren’t the whore your mother had feared you were. But you acted as an emotional equivalent, it seemed.

You weren’t his friend. Weren’t his mistress. Weren’t his employee. You didn’t belong to the family. You lay distinctly out of it, by design. You were detached from everything Tommy Shelby.

And yet, again and again, he turned up at your door. And you stepped aside and let him enter. Let him cry, and rant, and argue with you for hours.

“I’ll look after you” he promised, and you huffed.

“I’d like to argue that no, I will look after myself, thank you very much. But honestly, the factory pay is shit and I’d make a really bad whore” you sighed, and he chuckled.

“You make a good priest” he said “Pity they won’t have you”.