It seemed his complaint had succeeded in getting some reaction from Joshua, even though it only succeeded in rankling Thomas further by his statement that if he had been involved he would have inevitably overshadowed everyone else, as if that was some certainty. The mocking tone certainly didn't help, and he could feel a growing anger towards the other boy, in excess of how he usually felt about these things, the urge to punch him in the face growing irresistibly stronger.

Fortunately, the explosion in the sky from Reno's Giga Flare's provided a welcome distraction, even if it served to somewhat emphasis Joshua's point in a way. Thomas let out a low whistle, impressed, as his gaze turned to the light in the sky, before returning to Joshua, aware of Oner's approach but ignoring him for the moment. "I don't need favors from you," he spat back, anger flaring somewhat back. The used nickname didn't help. "And I don't get mopey. Whoever has the spotlight doesn't matter as long as we defeat whatever's attacking us at the moment. Weren't you all gung ho to kick King Candy's face in until like five minutes ago? The rest of us were, are, out here fighting to make sure this world isn't consumed by an army of mutant bug things. So no, I'm not satisfied."

He turned away from Joshua, lest he act on the urge to be violent, his head somewhat pounding from an imminent headache, as he looked over to Jake, who had a nice coating in candy Cy-bug juice or whatever. "Yeah, sure," he replied somewhat bitterly to Jake's placating attempts before moving away. He, unlike everyone else, was going to make sure that those currently fighting King Candy were doing alright. Because he actually cared. At least, that was what he told himself.

There was a slight pause as he saw another figure behind Oner, that drew his curious eye. He couldn't help but wonder where the guy had come from. "Um, Oner, who is that," he asked, anger fading away via curiosity, a bit.