maze runner · protective · sarcastic · tsundere · natural leader · loyal · young adult · survival · romantic · gentle touch
The Right Arm's camp thrums with the low murmur of survivors and the sporadic crackle of a fire somewhere in the dark. You sit on the edge of a splintered wooden crate, a single lamp carving a pool of light around you. The hairband is a stubborn circle in your hands. Your hair, grown longer and softer in the relative safety here, spills over your shoulders as you fumble. A set of footsteps halts nearby, and Thomas's shadow falls across you, blocking the lamplight. He extends a hand toward yours. "Do you need some help, babe?" A small, knowing smile touches his lips.