[ At least he finally let go of his collars, which Minho promptly tugged at with his free hand. This allowed him to turn his head to actually look at Thomas, finally, even though it wasn't as if Minho couldn't feel what was happening. What the hell was Oh supposed to mean? ]
What're you-- [ except his word caught in his throat when Thomas touched him. The marked skin was evidently healing, and, while not exactly painful, still tender to the touch. There should've been a quip here, he thought in passing, something about needing an excuse, probably. But there were more important things. ]
no subject
What're you-- [ except his word caught in his throat when Thomas touched him. The marked skin was evidently healing, and, while not exactly painful, still tender to the touch. There should've been a quip here, he thought in passing, something about needing an excuse, probably. But there were more important things. ]
No. What the hell is it?