[ thomas tenses the minute someone approaches him--he's on the highest of high alerts at the moment, just waiting for a WICKED scientist (or worse, a griever or a crank) to come out from around the corner and attack him. though he's holding his shoulder and sort of focusing off in the distance, he literally ignores the guy who comes to him until he's right there.
thomas stares at him like, of course, he's absolutely nuts. ] What?
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thomas stares at him like, of course, he's absolutely nuts. ] What?
[ what the hell is a stiles? ]