There it was, the ‘we need to split up’ tactic that Minho had feared. He knew Thomas, knew the things he did to give himself privacy or secrecy. He wasn’t about to allow it, though, and he stopped to keep close with Thomas. “You want to go off alone with those shucked legs?”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and trying to focus. “Maybe we should run to medbay, get you something for them if you’re so ready to run into battle with nothing but your shucking stubbornness.”