[ admittedly, if thom didn't want to be exposed to asshole teenagers, he probably could have chosen a better group to associate himself with at school. "jocks", as puerile as the term might be, weren't known to be the most open and accepting when it came to people they deemed different, and a closeted gay boy with a semi-serious, semi-frequent medical condition as about as different as you could be.

the problem was, he liked basketball, liked the team aspect of the game, and liked how proud his dad always seemed to get whenever he went to any of thom's games. of course, that hardly mattered anymore.

thom can't quite help the slight flush that flashes across his face at the compliment, but he does his best to hide it by continuing to look down the paths of the maze and away from louis. ]

It, uh. Honestly shouldn't even be a problem though. I've gotten much better at holding them off the more I use my powers lately.