[He can't help but smile more, hearing her laughter, eyes going back to her again, only to follow her gaze over their shoulders, towards the camp. Then, he meets her eyes again, almost as if reading her thoughts.] If they can sleep through Frypan's snoring, they can sleep through anything. [It's a tease, of course, his friend doesn't even snore all that much at all, but it's a joke they have going, just like Minho keeps - keeps, he refuses to use past tense, they are going to get him back - calling him 'ugly shank'. It keeps the ambiance light.

As for his pride, those sort of things don't affect him much. Yeah, he faceplanted. He was the one sent to get fertilizer. He can be incredibly clumsy for a runner. And his hands are a bit like butter sometimes. But hey, it's part of who he is. He tends to be quite patient and puts up with quite a lot of teasing and prompting before actually 'fighting back'. When it passes the limit he is willing to put up with, though... Then it can get ugly.]

Runners had usually been around for longer. That and, well, no one ever wanted to be a runner. Not really. No one had ever survived a night in the maze before. [Which, he admits, still surprises him. But that's another story altogether.

He shakes his head at the question.] Neither. He was fighting with someone else, he won, and then I was just there and the other guys started calling for us-- You know. Before I could say anything on it, they just assumed I accepted the challenge.