[ He let Thomas push his head away, chuckling, and counted it as a win. All those worries and concerns passed him right by, of course, leaving Minho only with more time for the situation to really sink in. With anyone else, their hands under his shirt would have a different implication, for all that this seemed completely lost on Thomas.
He blinked at the question. It hadn't occured to him to be anything else but okay. They hadn't had the time for him to not be okay, and as surprised as he had been to find how few consequences being struck by lightning seemed to have, the discomfort he was feeling was never any more than that. ]
Yeah.
[ Hiding injuries was asking for trouble. It put the people who counted on him at risk. This, though? This hadn't seemed worth bringing up while under threat of death, but suddenly he felt self-conscious about his choice anyway.
no subject
He blinked at the question. It hadn't occured to him to be anything else but okay. They hadn't had the time for him to not be okay, and as surprised as he had been to find how few consequences being struck by lightning seemed to have, the discomfort he was feeling was never any more than that. ]
Yeah.
[ Hiding injuries was asking for trouble. It put the people who counted on him at risk. This, though? This hadn't seemed worth bringing up while under threat of death, but suddenly he felt self-conscious about his choice anyway.
Outmaneuvered. And so easily. ]
'S it look bad?