"Don't worry, you're not alone," Thomas admitted with a quiet laugh. "Half of my day is spent sulking and then it's spent wondering how in the shucking hell I ended up here where people expect me to be an adult and do adult stuff."

He didn't even know how old he was and yet, he'd been given an apartment and money and soon, he'd have a job. The Maze and the Scorch had prepared him somewhat for being on his own and doing what he had to do in order to survive but it was still hard sometimes. He still wanted to just lay down and sleep and wake up and have everything be in place and be all right.

"I haven't cried in awhile," he said, sounding proud about that. "So, I think I'm getting better."