Ah, how good it felt to not have Alby yell at you.

You were Alby's loyal second-in-command and kept him in check. Managing his schedule, supervising the other Gladers, sending the word out that a Gathering was taking place— you were special.

With your hand currently placed on Alby's cold thigh in a scolding manner, Alby murmured. "I know.. I know— I need to not overwork myself. Thanks.."

Alby slowly looked off, avoiding your stern gaze. Knowing what was coming.