Yeah, yeah, well-- [It's new, alright? And pretty. Like nothing he has ever seen. So sue him for being curious.
Moving one of his hands away, Thomas touched Minho's forehead with two of his fingers, pressing, softly, in an attempt to make him look away with that grin of his. Yet, as he did so, he smiled a little too, letting him know that that was his tease back, the sort that they knew, the sort that they were used to, between the both of them.
Once his eyes returned to the mark, so did his hand, fingers running over a fraction that seemed darker than the rest. For a moment, he wondered if he should believe Minho, when he said that it didn't hurt. As beautiful as the thing was, it also looked painful, like that, stretching underneath his skin.
Thomas frowned at the thought, mind setting on a decision: he'd be carrying Minho's backpack during the upcoming days.]
You'd tell if you weren't okay, right?
[He knew exactly what he was doing by making that question, too, to Minho, specifically-- Placing a weight on his conscience. At the very least, it would hopefully lower the chances of Minho lying about it (or hiding the fact, more like) in the future.]
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Yeah, yeah, well-- [It's new, alright? And pretty. Like nothing he has ever seen. So sue him for being curious.
Moving one of his hands away, Thomas touched Minho's forehead with two of his fingers, pressing, softly, in an attempt to make him look away with that grin of his. Yet, as he did so, he smiled a little too, letting him know that that was his tease back, the sort that they knew, the sort that they were used to, between the both of them.
Once his eyes returned to the mark, so did his hand, fingers running over a fraction that seemed darker than the rest. For a moment, he wondered if he should believe Minho, when he said that it didn't hurt. As beautiful as the thing was, it also looked painful, like that, stretching underneath his skin.
Thomas frowned at the thought, mind setting on a decision: he'd be carrying Minho's backpack during the upcoming days.]
You'd tell if you weren't okay, right?
[He knew exactly what he was doing by making that question, too, to Minho, specifically-- Placing a weight on his conscience. At the very least, it would hopefully lower the chances of Minho lying about it (or hiding the fact, more like) in the future.]