"I've got a good enough jacket," Thomas said, tugging on his shirt. It wasn't the jacket in question but he'd actually invested in something warm and something that wasn't falling apart at the seams. The light jacket he'd had back in the Scorch was in pieces by now. "Besides, your jackets would be too big."

He could just picture himself standing in one of Derek's jackets, sleeves hanging over his arms while the coat made him look like he was about five years old.

"I didn't even think of that," Thomas said with a snicker. "I'm sure some people would have still gone out there because they just can't resist you."