Thomas closed his eyes and let the spray hit him in the face and sluice down his shoulders and body. He sighed, feeling warm and comfortable with the warm water and Krem's warm skin pressed against him.

"I don't know what I was like before everything," he murmured even if Krem knew that. "Maybe I was all about tattoos and just wasn't old enough to get them. People already know my face back home. WICKED, Gladers, everyone. I like being here and people not recognizing me. I like being in the background."