[ Minho preferred being out there, all things considered. Scavenging wasn't his favorite task, because he had no specific thing to look for, no particular goal, but at least it let him move and look around, stretch his legs after too many hours in a car. All the sitting made him feel like he was losing his edge. ... Perhaps he'd never have to spend an entire day running as fast as he possibly could, ever again. A strange thought, even now, but he supposed he'd better get used to it. At least the silence was comfortable, the both of them tending their tasks without needing a lot of words between them.
He'd heard Thomas approach where he was crouching before the fire, but this wasn't what he'd expected. Maybe he could mask the shiver down his spine as simply tensing, but then he dropped the iron poker he'd been holding and shrugged out of his jacket with a quiet laugh. Of course. ]
You get straight to the point.
[ Looking over his shoulder at Thomas, he wasn't sure if he would've been more or less surprised to see him holding something to draw with, instead of bandages. Document the pattern before it healed. Thomas never seemed to let anything go.
He'd have been lying if he'd claimed he wasn't glad for it. Even after they'd moved on, he hadn't been able to shake the thought of hands ghosting over his skin for hours. ]
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... Perhaps he'd never have to spend an entire day running as fast as he possibly could, ever again. A strange thought, even now, but he supposed he'd better get used to it. At least the silence was comfortable, the both of them tending their tasks without needing a lot of words between them.
He'd heard Thomas approach where he was crouching before the fire, but this wasn't what he'd expected. Maybe he could mask the shiver down his spine as simply tensing, but then he dropped the iron poker he'd been holding and shrugged out of his jacket with a quiet laugh. Of course. ]
You get straight to the point.
[ Looking over his shoulder at Thomas, he wasn't sure if he would've been more or less surprised to see him holding something to draw with, instead of bandages. Document the pattern before it healed. Thomas never seemed to let anything go.
He'd have been lying if he'd claimed he wasn't glad for it. Even after they'd moved on, he hadn't been able to shake the thought of hands ghosting over his skin for hours. ]