[ he's chuckling a bit at the stress balls, squishing their weird little faces in his hand for a second while she talks. at least, until the storms part.
the glee from his expression fades rapidly, like someone had punched him in the gut, and he goes from light laughter to a hollow, distant look. the storm, seeing jeff in the pit of the lightning, and the halved group of them left. the storms they've had here and there in heropa hadn't been... too terrible. nothing near the ones in the scorch. but there was lightning, and thunder, and wind. every time a boom echoed in the sky, or the light outside the window binds flashed for an instant, thomas found himself near jumping out of his skin, hair on his arms and the back of his neck all feeling like it's standing on end. during the time the heart of the storms would pass directly over their house, thomas had sometimes ended up closed into a room, all the curtains pulled, blanket over his head and headphones loud in his ears, eyes closed, trying to just block it out.
he'd hoped no one outside of the gladers really noticed, but now that he thinks of it, with how freaking weird it must have look, that sentiment is pretty much just wishful thinking. ]
I, um... [ he's not sure how to really respond to that. wants to apologize, maybe. make excuses. maybe even be irritated that it be brought up at all. instead, he only swallows, side leaning heavier against the doorframe, like he wants to sink into it. ] Yeah, I... just don't like them much.
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the glee from his expression fades rapidly, like someone had punched him in the gut, and he goes from light laughter to a hollow, distant look. the storm, seeing jeff in the pit of the lightning, and the halved group of them left. the storms they've had here and there in heropa hadn't been... too terrible. nothing near the ones in the scorch. but there was lightning, and thunder, and wind. every time a boom echoed in the sky, or the light outside the window binds flashed for an instant, thomas found himself near jumping out of his skin, hair on his arms and the back of his neck all feeling like it's standing on end. during the time the heart of the storms would pass directly over their house, thomas had sometimes ended up closed into a room, all the curtains pulled, blanket over his head and headphones loud in his ears, eyes closed, trying to just block it out.
he'd hoped no one outside of the gladers really noticed, but now that he thinks of it, with how freaking weird it must have look, that sentiment is pretty much just wishful thinking. ]
I, um... [ he's not sure how to really respond to that. wants to apologize, maybe. make excuses. maybe even be irritated that it be brought up at all. instead, he only swallows, side leaning heavier against the doorframe, like he wants to sink into it. ] Yeah, I... just don't like them much.
So... what's it do? With the storms.