Thomas' POV
He greets with a grin, the look making me cringe, knowing already that Silas being in a good mood is even worse than him in a bad mood. I stay silent, watching him cautiously as he lowers himself to the ground and leans against the opposite wall. One of his legs are straightened out on the floor, the bottom of his shoe facing me, while the other is bent, one of his arms sling lazily over it.
He doesn't say anything for a moment, just watches me watch him before he chuckles and shakes his head.
"It's funny, you know. How this all turned out." He says and I can't help the remark that drops from my lips, my head leaning back to rest against the wall behind me as I look at him.
"Funny haha or funny ironic?" I ask, my voice still strong even with a while of disuse but my tone is dry and empty despite my snarky attitude. He raises his brow in what I assume is surprise before he tilts his head to the side in contemplation.
