Thomas sent away his keyblade as the last of the enemies were dispatched by their group. He walked over to join them, noting in turn that the medallion thing was now gone, presumably taken by the enemy while they were busy dealing with it's companions. Joshua was doing something, while the others were discussing what to do next. He listened to Ascot's request, having to hold back a roll of his eyes at it. Well, it was either do that or go to this race track thing as he saw it. 

He put on a smile, a grin like that which had been characteristic at the beginning of their adventure. "Of course," he replied, attempting to recapture that old, cocky tone. "We'd hardly be heroes if we didn't." He struck something of a pose, a dramatic one that he was sure no one would take seriously for a couple seconds, before turning to Jake. "I think we can split up," he said. "Some of us can go after the Bug thing with Ralph and Vanellope, and the rest can go investigate the race track. It's rare we meet something that takes all of us to beat, so it should be fine."

He smoothly shifted into the lie as Jake asked about him. "Got a bit of a headache, but otherwise I'm fine." And for the lie, the best had some kernel of truth in them, and this was that he did in fact have a headache, some remnant of the dark wound that was a minor annoyance most of the time, though it had recently flared and grown with his own crisis of personality and the recent events with Reno. He could keep it under control though, and it wasn't bad enough that it would seriously impede him. Yet. and the less they knew the better.