[ thomas would try to reassure minho that he was trying not to pay too close attention, but it would be a lie. thomas is nursing his own private mortification over his wreck of longing for teresa, his still-sharp grief for chuck, the anger over losing newt. it's embarrassing to think that minho can unravel as much of thomas' emotional state as thomas can piece together of minho's, but mutual intrusions probably won't bring anyone comfort in this situation. learning to focus and control it is the name of the game.
it's too bad thomas was terrible at this the first time around. ]
Yeah. [ sheepishly, fully aware of the familiarity of that sentiment. ] It gets easier. Just...
[ thomas trails off, hesitating, and then reaches out to push the next few words directly into minho's head.
trust me. if every other dumb shank on this ship can do it, then so can we. ]
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it's too bad thomas was terrible at this the first time around. ]
Yeah. [ sheepishly, fully aware of the familiarity of that sentiment. ] It gets easier. Just...
[ thomas trails off, hesitating, and then reaches out to push the next few words directly into minho's head.
trust me. if every other dumb shank on this ship can do it, then so can we. ]