❝ Even though we never said it to each other. We knew. ❞ — unknown
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W E D N E S D A Y
"So, what the fuck are you two bimbos doing here?"
Thomas laughs out loud, despite his chattering teeth and bloodshot eyes. The waters have calmed and the day is beginning.
"We came to save you!" Newt says, very enthusiastically. "We saved so many people Minho — so, so many!"
Minho chuckles — lighthearted, disguising his hurt. "I believe you, Newt."
Thomas isn't sure if Newt is just too swallowed up and enthralled by the adventure of it all, to notice things aren't the same as before. Or if he's just too wild, too carefree, to really notice when the odd thing is out of place.
Minho's eyes are just that bit darker, his frown just a tad bit harder, his smile so slightly dimmer. He looks tired. So, so, tired, with creases in his forehead and droopy lids and a bland, forced grin.
The twinkle that was once there isn't anymore, and whatever innocence he had is most certainly gone. His eyes are twisted and shadowed, holding the horrors and terrors of war. Hiding the trauma and fear trapped inside those dark, dark orbs.
"Are you coming home for good, now?" Newt says, eyes widening at the thought. "T-they said you were missing. We thought you were dead."
Thomas winces at Newt's tactlessness, cringing at how he doesn't seem to have any kind of filter whatsoever.
Thankfully, Minho doesn't seem to mind. "I didn't know that. I'm sorry you had to think that way."
There's something about Minho's formal tone, faraway expression and the way he avoids the question that leaves a pinch in Thomas' gut. He doesn't say anything, but he looks away.
Newt carries on, burbling on a pumping surge of adrenaline. "It's mad out here! All the bombs, fire . . . it's crazy!"
Minho tries and manages a weak laugh, and neither him or Thomas have the heart to tell Newt to quieten down. Minho's eyes have purple, heavy bags beneath them, lids drooping with exhaustion. He's beyond wrecked.
The rest of the soldiers on the small boat don't make any comments, shivering and trembling silently to themselves. Thomas feels for them, he really does.
Newt continues chattering away, not really paying attention to how nobodies really listening. Thomas, halting his thoughts, suddenly comes to realise that Newt's trying to distract them — and his heart is filled with so much love.
