[They wouldn't be shaking, when Minho looked at them. Thomas' hands, that is. They had been before; shaking, spasming, the nervous habits of opening and closing them, fingers curling, whenever an unsettling thought crossed his mind. He'd play with his fingers if he could, massage his wrists, but as it was (and in spite of the few moments that he had felt a bit anxious, lost in thought, and that half a second of uncertainty when he heard Minho catch his breath)... He actually seemed perfectly calm.
There was just something about Minho. He had this calmness emanating from him, making Thomas somehow feel calmer, too.
... Which was a remarkable thing to do, given the rush of thoughts (and feelings) running through Thomas' body as they spoke. A lot could go right over his head, but he wasn't stupid. That hitching in breath-- It brought back to mind a moment, a million years ago, it seemed, and yet, probably not even months old. They hadn't talked about it, they hadn't even mentioned it again, and well, as such, Thomas hadn't exactly tried to dig too deep into it, either.
He didn't know if he should. If he could, even. He was as lost as Minho was, in the whole thing.
He was looking at the floor, eyes narrowed, when Minho spoke again. He was glad that there were no complaints whatsoever.
Nodding, he just rolled his eyes again, at Minho's next comment, securing the backpack on his back and waiting for Minho to move.]
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There was just something about Minho. He had this calmness emanating from him, making Thomas somehow feel calmer, too.
... Which was a remarkable thing to do, given the rush of thoughts (and feelings) running through Thomas' body as they spoke. A lot could go right over his head, but he wasn't stupid. That hitching in breath-- It brought back to mind a moment, a million years ago, it seemed, and yet, probably not even months old. They hadn't talked about it, they hadn't even mentioned it again, and well, as such, Thomas hadn't exactly tried to dig too deep into it, either.
He didn't know if he should. If he could, even. He was as lost as Minho was, in the whole thing.
He was looking at the floor, eyes narrowed, when Minho spoke again. He was glad that there were no complaints whatsoever.
Nodding, he just rolled his eyes again, at Minho's next comment, securing the backpack on his back and waiting for Minho to move.]
You go ahead. I'll follow.