Minho was silent, his eyes locked onto the nearby wall as Gen slowly ran the damp cloth over the back of his head. She had hit him rather hard and even drew blood- a worthy reason to be sent to the Slammer. She was a Glader and it wouldn't have been fair if she was not treated more kindly for being a girl. Dropping the damp cloth, Gen moved over towards the shelf, picking up a white cream that would fight of any infections that could arise from the wound,
"Gen?" Ignoring him, Gen moved back towards Minho who was watching her, waiting for a sign that she had heard him, "Gen?" That time, Minho knew for certain she had heard him, "Are you going to shucking answer me?" Moving behind where Minho sat, Gen unscrewed the lid, dipping the tips of her fingers into the smooth scream before she placed them gently against the back of Minho's head, rubbing it across the thin cut. "Look, I get it. I didn't have to yell at you... I probably shouldn't have acted that way." He mumbled, finally giving up on trying to get Gen to address him. Freezing, Gen pulled her hand back,
'Is this is way of apologising?' She wondered as she moved around to face him. Gen tilted her head, her eyes examining his face before she parted her lips,
"You... shouldn't have acted that way?" She repeated, trying to be sure that she had heard him correctly. Minho shrugged his shoulders,
"What do you want me to say?" He mumbled, his brow furrowing. Gen took a breath,
"I want you to let someone in. Anyone. I want you to have someone you can just talk to instead of bottling everything up." She told him. "Don't you have someone you can open up to?" She asked, kneeling down in front of him, her hands resting on his knees. Minho smirked,
"This is the Glade." He told her, "The more you open up... the more you care... the more you care, the more you have to lose." Gen stared at him, trying to make eye contact with the teen who kept his head low, his eyes not seeming to be focused on anything, "Adam isn't the first to be banished and he won't be the last."
"I'm sorry." Standing back up, Gen moved around to return to Minho's wound, "You saved my life, you know that?" Minho didn't reply, he simply stared ahead as Gen returned to rubbing the cream on the back of his head, "You saved me and I owe you. So, if you think this is going to make me stop pestering you. Think again." Gen couldn't help but smirk as she spoke and she noticed that the corners of Minho's mouth twitched upward in a small smile before dropping, "Get used to seeing me around, Minho." As Minho turned his head around to look at her, Gen jumped back, her eyes locking onto the dark haired boy's,
"Why are you bothering with me, shuck?" He asked, raising his eyebrow softly, "I'm sure there are plenty of shanks around here you can waste your time on. I hear Newt is pretty despertae for your attention." He mocked. Gen rolled her eyes,
"What do I have to do to make you just accept that we're friends?" She asked. Stepping back, Gen watched as Minho stood and moved around the chair to face her,
"Friends?" He questioned in what seemed to be disbelief. Gen shrugged her shoulder, "Even after what I did?" He then asked,
"Those are the little things that define us." She smiled, "It's done and dusted now... just bad blood." She said. Minho watched her before he took a few small steps towards her and wrapped his hand around her wrist. Gen held her breath, staring at Minho who then placed his forehead against hers,
"Bad blood?" He mused, "Who even says that?" Gen couldn't help but giggle,
"You always have to have the last word, don't you?" Minho grinned, pulling back and letting his hand rise to touch her cheek, his rough fingers trailing her jawline,
"Absolutely." Gen would have replied, but she was too busy staring at Minho, trying to think while his touch sent shivers up her spine. Stepping back and away from Minho's touch, Gen quickly looked away from him,
"Minho..." She began, "Do you have nightmares?" Looking back at him, Gen noticed that he was frowning slightly at her question,
"I used to. Why?" Shaking her head, Gen smiled,
"It doesn't matter." Avoiding his gaze, Gen turned her back on him, "Your head should be fine. I better go find Alby so he doesn't think I'm avoiding the Slammer."
"Gen-"
"If the pain persists, go see Clint."
"Genevieve."
"What?" Whirling around to face him, Gen raised her eyebrows at him in question, "What is it?" She asked, her eyes locked onto Minho who wore a smirk,
"I'm not getting you anymore flowers." Grinning at his comment, Gen gave a steady nod before she turned away once more and stepped out of the hut.