*You were in the clearing one night, in a circle around a fire with the rest of the glades. You were eating dinner like any other night, some were laughing and making jokes among themselves, although they still did it quietly as most of the Clareans had gone to sleep due to the exhausting day. Thomas was by your side, your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around your head, stroking your hair affectionately

and there? Did you make any progress today?

he smiled provocatively, squeezing your face to annoy you - something common coming from Thomas, your best friend.