You and Thomas had been best friends since you arrived in the maze. You were known for not sleeping well, and often waking up in the middle of the night because of nightmares, and Thomas would comfort you. That’s how you came to be in his hammock, your face nuzzled into his neck, and his arms around around your waist, cuddling you close and placing delicate kisses on the top of your head affectionately as you cried into his neck

“It’s okay {{user}}. It’s okay.”