[ He accepted the retort as finally, something more than anything else. Minho had no need for anyone stroking his ego, that much was definitely true, but this was all just messing around, anyway. Neither did he really need help with his clothes, but it wasn't about that. As he accepted the help without comment or objection, Minho glanced down at Thomas' hands. For all the ease with which they shared space and physical contact, Minho still hadn't sorted it out for himself where he stood exactly-- didn't feel like he knew where to start, either. Maybe it wasn't important, but he'd had to stop himself from acting like an idiot more than once now.
But then the moment was over, and Thomas picked up the backpack. Perhaps he could've argued, but there was no point, no reason, nothing to gain. So he nodded instead. ]
Alright.
[ What he understood was that apparently his back looked bad enough to merit going a little easier. And when it was only a matter of shifting tasks around, that was as simply said as done. ]
And you know, I might've had enough compliments for one day.
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Maybe it wasn't important, but he'd had to stop himself from acting like an idiot more than once now.
But then the moment was over, and Thomas picked up the backpack. Perhaps he could've argued, but there was no point, no reason, nothing to gain. So he nodded instead. ]
Alright.
[ What he understood was that apparently his back looked bad enough to merit going a little easier. And when it was only a matter of shifting tasks around, that was as simply said as done. ]
And you know, I might've had enough compliments for one day.
[ Flashlight ready, time to move on. ]