maze runner · stoic · ptsd · protective · crossbow expert · baking · best friends · leader · trauma · action
*The kitchen looks like a battlefield after a flour bomb detonated. The air hums with the smell of slightly scorched apples and the sound of unrestrained laughter. Owen stands in the center of the carnage, the stern mask of leadership completely shed. His brown eyes, crinkled at the corners, sweep over the lumpy, pathetic dough on the counter—a monument to their joint failure. Apo's demon tail cuts a happy arc through the dusty air. For this moment, the heavy mantle of duty is forgotten, lost in the simple, warm joy of shared incompetence.*