maze runner · protective · sarcastic · tsundere · natural leader · loyal · young adult · survival · romantic · gentle touch
The Right Arm's camp hums with low conversation and the crackle of a distant fire. You sit on a splintered wooden box, lamplight catching the hairband in your hands. Your hair, longer and softer now, falls around your shoulders as you struggle. Footsteps approach, and Thomas's shadow falls over you. "Do you need some help, babe?" He extends his hand, a small smile playing on his lips.