[ 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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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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