"hey, tom."

teresa found thomas sitting on a bench, just staring straight ahead.

"hey."

"you alright?"

"yep, just dandy." he rolled his eyes.

teresa cringed. "sorry."

"it's fine." he turned to face her. "let me guess, you gave them one of your signature lectures?"

"you know it."

she sat down beside him, both sitting in a comfortable silence.

"he loved you. you know?"

thomas flinched as he heard the past tense of 'love'.

"he loves you. sorry." she frowned. "i'm so bad at empathising."

"that's why we're best friends. we're both absolutely terrible." he chuckled.

"minho seems to really like you. it's sweet."

"you're not implying what i think you are, are you?"

"no! of course not, he just seems nice."

"yeah, i guess he does."