[The catch of breath, and the way Minho suddenly straightened his back, didn't go unnoticed to Thomas. He frowned, eyes trying to see the other's face-- But he was surprised to not find any hint of discomfort or pain in there.

He wanted to ask, though. He wanted to ask what it was - It wasn't that cold in here, was it? - but before he could Minho was teasing again and, this time, Thomas just sighed, head shaking a little bit and lowering down, before he looked up at the other again, a small smile at the corner of his lips.]

Are you expecting a 'Yes, Minho, you're right'? Because you don't need me to help fill that ego meter of yours.

[He snorted at that, shaking his head again. He had been talking about the wound, but well. He hadn't exactly contradicted Minho's words either.

He helped the other boy move his shirt back down, then, as well as dress his jacket more properly. And then, he took a hold of the backpack that was resting on the ground, moving it over his own shoulder.]

I'm on backpack duty, now. You take the light.

[Some complications though, weren't really all that complicated, were they? Mainly not when they were like lifelines, keeping them above water in the middle of all of this mess.]