[ thomas almost laughs, but he just doesn't have it in him to find humor or irony in any of this right now. he hates that they don't have answers, hates that he hasn't figured anything out yet, that everything is just a bunch of maybes and what ifs.
so instead of laughing, he just huffs a quiet breath through his nose, lifting one hand to drag his palm down over his mouth, his eyes slightly downcast as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. ]
Can't really say the same.
[ honestly, it just feels like a different kind of glade, like a maze of a different design with different monsters and different lies. sometimes, when things start to feel too familiar, too suspicious, he finds himself looking around for cameras. the gladers had ever found the ones in the glade in all the months and years that they'd been there. thomas has yet to find one here, either, though it's hard to say if that's a relief.
thomas lets his hand fall away from his chin, lowering it lightly against the bar top. he's gotten into the habit now of making as little noise as possible, being more aware of his movements. he glances up, finally, his expression a little unreadable. ]
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so instead of laughing, he just huffs a quiet breath through his nose, lifting one hand to drag his palm down over his mouth, his eyes slightly downcast as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. ]
Can't really say the same.
[ honestly, it just feels like a different kind of glade, like a maze of a different design with different monsters and different lies. sometimes, when things start to feel too familiar, too suspicious, he finds himself looking around for cameras. the gladers had ever found the ones in the glade in all the months and years that they'd been there. thomas has yet to find one here, either, though it's hard to say if that's a relief.
thomas lets his hand fall away from his chin, lowering it lightly against the bar top. he's gotten into the habit now of making as little noise as possible, being more aware of his movements. he glances up, finally, his expression a little unreadable. ]
If it was you — would you want to be locked up?