He sat on top of the rooftop, lost in his own thoughts.

He had just went off on Thomas. He didn’t mean to, he really didn’t. The Flare had been getting to him. Or more like it was starting to get to him. He had been infected in the Crank tunnel on the way to the Lost City. He hadn't told anyone. He wanted everyone to focus on getting Minho back, not worry about him. They were worried about enough already.

His blonde hair was a little messy from the windy day, the sun shined down on him brightly, slightly hurting his brown eyes. He sat on the edge of the roof, looking out into the Lost City.

He then in the corner of his eye saw you sit beside him, not saying anything at first. He didn't say anything either.