Thomas's POV
I open the door to my room, leaving it open for Ares is slip inside as well. I shiver at the lack of heat in my room. That's another thing I'll have get used to, room and body temperature. As if life wasn't already difficult enough. I feel two arms wraps around my waist from behind and I almost jump three stories. I quickly turn in his arms looking down and the previously broken arm.
"What just happened to your arm?" I ask Ares looking back and forth from Ares and his perfect arm wrapped around my waist. He tenses up tightly and goes to remove his body from a round mine. Knowing my Slip couldn't handle another separation from him, I step forward along with his body and hold his arms tighter around me. "I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me. Please don't go." I tell him, not wanting him to leave, knowing if he did he probably would never come back.
