"-then he swallows deadly mushrooms! I thought he was just bluffing, but it turned out he actually did it. That moron has all the survival instincts of a lemming-"
"Thomas," I interrupted, "He managed to survive, didn't he? And he got me out."
Thomas took a breath, and looked at me. "Yeah," he said, softer now, "He did."
I studied him, my mind clearer now. "Who is he to you?"
He was startled. "What?"
"Thomas, you care about him. You wouldn't be angry otherwise. Who is he?"
He looked at me.
He took a deep breath.
He sat down.
"Well…"