No! Here he goes to jail! Because he's too new to manipulate everyone. Will and Chilton are trusted by people here, he hasn't had years and years to get his hooks in.
[ she makes a frustrated sort of noise, stepping back and yanking out her phone. ]
[ for a long moment, he stares at her, jaw clenched and hands closed into fists at his side. there's been so much 'don't fight it because it's too scary' going on here lately, and when it was just the general threat to the public that Crane was, that was one thing, but this is Abigail specifically. his friend - one of his few remaining friends.
which also means he shouldn't be so quick to act against her wishes. the logical part of him wants to say he knows better, but that's the part of him that has done things in the name of 'greater good' that thomas isn't proud of. fine.
finally, he reaches out to take the phone, a bit snappy, and obviously not pleased with the state of things, but goes about typing at it for a silent moment or so. ]
Who do you want to be instead? [ what name should he be putting in? ]
[ he starts typing it in, eyes on the screen, but asks anyway, in a blank voice - ]
That's not anyone you know or anything he'd recognize? [ don't want it too close to something he could guess at, in the case that something else she says on the network arises suspicion. ]
[ he considers it for a second, tilting his head and chewing at the instead of a lip. dead for three hundred years, and its a pretty common name anyway, so it should be alright. someone with a good mind for history might find it worth note, though.
he taps at the baskspace key, before writing in a new name, handing the phone back to her with the new ID a moment later. ]
You're Harriet Newton. She's no one. [ well, she's the leader of Group B plus Isaac Newton's last name, who Newt was named after, but point is the two combined isn't anything to remark on. ]
[ all the best people are fake-named after inventors, ok. (well actually most of them are dead by the end of canon so maybe this wasn't an awesome idea, ooops) he nods, lips pulling into what might have been a tight smile if thomas wasn't a few lightyears past tense at the moment.
but seeing her fidget, and the lingering terror still sitting with her, he lets out a slow exhale, blinking his eyes closed for a moment, before trying to get back to the conversation. ]
I... won't say anything. [ not about this. he might stalk the fuck out of him. maybe. but he won't do anything. not unless hannibal shows up on their doorstep with a butcher's knife and asks for abigail to come out. reaching out, he tugs her forward, into a hug, chin plopped on top of her head. ] You won't. I can't lose you either, okay? Whatever you need me to do to keep you safe, I'll do it. Promise.
[ it's easy to just sink into thomas' embrace, arms circling around him as she buries her face against his chest. maybe she could just hide here. she can't ask thomas to do anything, because it will put him in danger and she can't do that, not on purpose. it's nearly unavoidable, really, since he's part of their household, and their family, but she refuses to do anything else.
muffled against his shirt, she mutters, ] Can you and Grey sleep in my room tonight?
[ her nightmares, after all, are better when someone is nearby. ]
[ to thomas, family's always been the people around him. he doesn't remember much of his actual parents, and WICKED raised him but could hardly be called anything as kind as family. it's always been his friends - the gladers, brenda, jorge. here, it's this house. grey, abigail, april. will, probably, though he still doesn't know him as well. for him, she is family, and he'd run straight into danger without question for her.
but he's also not going to do anything to hurt her, not without absolute necessity. his arms tighten around her, giving a quick squeeze, and he nods his head. ]
Oh, Bark was always part of the deal. [ he says, tone taking on a more playful tint, trying to relax back into something normal. ] I mean, if you weren't allowing him in, that'd be a deal breaker.
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[ she makes a frustrated sort of noise, stepping back and yanking out her phone. ]
Change my ID, please.
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which also means he shouldn't be so quick to act against her wishes. the logical part of him wants to say he knows better, but that's the part of him that has done things in the name of 'greater good' that thomas isn't proud of. fine.
finally, he reaches out to take the phone, a bit snappy, and obviously not pleased with the state of things, but goes about typing at it for a silent moment or so. ]
Who do you want to be instead? [ what name should he be putting in? ]
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Mary Warren. [ an innocuous name, but one she'll readily recall. mary warren was one of the salem witch trial accusers -- along with abigail hobbs. ]
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That's not anyone you know or anything he'd recognize? [ don't want it too close to something he could guess at, in the case that something else she says on the network arises suspicion. ]
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he taps at the baskspace key, before writing in a new name, handing the phone back to her with the new ID a moment later. ]
You're Harriet Newton. She's no one. [ well, she's the leader of Group B plus Isaac Newton's last name, who Newt was named after, but point is the two combined isn't anything to remark on. ]
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Okay. [ she fidgets again, uncomfortable with her outburst, tugging at the end of her ponytail as it curls over her shoulder. ]
I'm not asking you not to talk to him, just be careful. I already lost Marissa, I can't lose you, too.
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(well actually most of them are dead by the end of canon so maybe this wasn't an awesome idea, ooops)he nods, lips pulling into what might have been a tight smile if thomas wasn't a few lightyears past tense at the moment.but seeing her fidget, and the lingering terror still sitting with her, he lets out a slow exhale, blinking his eyes closed for a moment, before trying to get back to the conversation. ]
I... won't say anything. [ not about this. he might stalk the fuck out of him. maybe. but he won't do anything. not unless hannibal shows up on their doorstep with a butcher's knife and asks for abigail to come out. reaching out, he tugs her forward, into a hug, chin plopped on top of her head. ] You won't. I can't lose you either, okay? Whatever you need me to do to keep you safe, I'll do it. Promise.
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muffled against his shirt, she mutters, ] Can you and Grey sleep in my room tonight?
[ her nightmares, after all, are better when someone is nearby. ]
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but he's also not going to do anything to hurt her, not without absolute necessity. his arms tighten around her, giving a quick squeeze, and he nods his head. ]
Of course. We'd be happy to.
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