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“Where’s Newt?” Thomas asked Chuck when he got back from his run.
“That shank got sick a little after you guys left for -” was all Chuck got out before Thomas went running to the wounded room in the Homestead.
Newt groaned when he saw Thomas burst through the door. Thomas rushed immediately to Newt's side.
“Are you okay? Do you need anything? How do you feel?” Thomas said slurring his words together and pressed a hand to Newt's forehead.
“Tommy. I'm fine. I promise. I'll be out by tomorrow,” Newt said.
“You're not fine, I'm not fine. None of this is fine!”
“Tommy, calm down,” Newt said grabbing his hand pulling his down to sit on the bed.
Newt wrestled out from under the covers and swing his legs over the side of the bed so he was sitting next to Thomas.
“We're going to be okay. Everything will be okay. Okay, Tommy?” Newt said, hands running through the brunet's hair.
“Yeah. Yeah…” Thomas said with a deep breath.
They sat like that for a while. Newt playing with Thomas's hair and Thomas leaning into the touch.
“Do you want to talk about what you said, Tommy?” Newt asked quietly.
“Yeah, I guess,” Tommy started, “I just-” a deep breath - “I just feel so overwhelmed. Like all of this. All of the Maze is just my fault. And I don't know how to fix it.”
“Tommy, it's not your fault. It's not any of our faults. It's the Creators’s fault. Not yours. Not mine, not any of ours. Got it?” Newt said wrapping his arms around Thomas’s midsection.
“Yeah,” Thomas replied, his voice barely a whisper.
Thomas wrapping his arms around Newt and they just held each other like they were holding tge thong that mattered most to each of them. Because they were.
When they pulled back from each other Newt's hand lingered on Thomas's neck. His thumb grazing his Cheeckbones. Newt blinked slowly and made a choice that would change everything between them.
Newt leaned forward and pressed his lips to Thomas's. Thomas's lips were warm and soft and little chapped, but Newt didn't care because this was Tommy. His Tommy.
When he pulled back, Newt searched those doe eyes for anything kind of disgust or confusion, but all there was was love.
He smiled as Thomas pulled him back into a kiss. He could feel Thomas grinning on his lips. This simple action made everything that seemed impossible possible.
Newt laughed softly as they pulled back again.
“What?” Thomas asked a goofy grin splayed across his face.
“I just hoping that I'm not contagious.”
Thomas gave him a playful shove and laughed along with him.