When Marcus touched him Thomas saw it in his face now, how he drank in Thomas’ balance, his quiet stable nature. Yeah, they fit. Yin had to have a yang. The art was the dot of darkness in Thomas’ life and the dot of light in Marcus’ that made them a part of each other, connected them. He’d always been thankful and awed by his gift, but now Thomas saw it had a higher purpose. Even if he became world renowned or crashed as an art nobody, the greatest treasure it had brought him was that connection with Marcus.