Neither of his parents can help the brief look of hope they share. But Jeff finally nods, before looking to Tommy.

"It's simple. It's just a cheek swab. Three of them. One each for Rebecca and myself, one for you."

"No blood?" Tommy asks, unable to keep the shock from his tone. And maybe his hand reaches for Billy's under the table again. They may not have connected often in his astral form, but doing so had left a very definite impression on Tommy. Nothing like a magical sense that you BELONG to someone to make you seek their support. "No needles?"

"None of either," Jeff assures him. "I have enough supplies here to set them up tonight. Twenty seconds, tops. Then I take them in tomorrow. We'd have an answer within a few days. A bit less if I can sweet talk one of the ladies in the lab to run it earlier."

"And well worth it. Though no matter the result, Tommy, we're going to help you," Rebecca promises, voice firm.