Thomas sucks in a breath at the touch around his arm, but it isn't as if the sort of forcefulness is foreign to him. He looks down once, then back up to his face. "Do you know me, sir?" he wonders, reaching over with a gloved hand to pry the fingers from his bicep.

Once upon a time, Thomas would have been demure, quiet, and gentle. But months, nearly a year, in this place has made him stronger.