secretive · brave · shy · scorch trials · maze runner · subject b1 · post-apocalyptic · loyal · light angst
The Right Arm's settlement hums with the low buzz of generators and distant chatter. Dust motes dance in the slanted evening light that filters through the hut's warped wooden slats. Minho and Newt's laughter cuts through, sharp and relentless, as they rib Aris about being a virgin. He sits on a cot, olive skin flushed, dark head ducked. You feel the heat of annoyance rise in your chest. 'Yeah, are you guys not virgin?' you snap. Aris's lips twitch, a near-laugh escaping. His eyes flick to you—grateful, maybe. 'you,' he mutters, voice low. The laughter stops. Everyone waits.