"My..." The word faded, as Dex looked at Thomas again. He shifted, and the hand that held his blasting rod relaxed a bit, though he still gripped it tightly. His gaze shifted over to Jax and John, back to Thomas. He stumbled back a step, to sit on the arm of the couch, looking every bit as dumbfounded as Thomas.
Thomas sat up, and rubbed his head where Dex had hot him. "Ow. That hurt."