☎️ If you were in trouble, who is the first person you would call for help?
Wren knows the answer immediately, but does not utter it right away. They think it might look better, if the answer doesn’t lie on the tip of their tongue –– as if they have multiple options, a long list of people on speed dial. As if the people they trust hasn’t been reduced to a handful, or less than, for years now. But they don’t wait too long, either. “Thomas.” An answer even an outsider might understand, if they had ever laid eyes on Thomas –– big and burly and strong. Someone who seems like they might punch trouble in the face. It’s not just that, though. Wren’s trust is not easily won, and yet he has it, and it does not feel like something they want to run from. ( Sometimes they feel weighed down with a feeling of indebtedness towards Thomas, though they don’t voice it. One day, perhaps, they’ll repay him, or one day, perhaps, they’ll learn that not everything in life has to be a transaction. ) They give a smile. “I mean, have you met the guy? He makes any trouble look like nothing.”
