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Newt laid awake staring at the ceiling above him. His chest heaved with each faint, shaky breath. His mind flashed with memories of everyone he's met on his journey thus far. Their faces flashed in his brain: Chuck, Alby, Winston, Teresa, so many people. Too many. He shifted uncomfortably in his bed, squeezing his eyes shut. He prayed he could just rest peacefully for once. His ears pricked up from the familiar whisper behind him. "Hey," Newt rolled over to face a disheveled Thomas sitting beside him. "You alright?"
"Of course, love. Just," Newt hesitated, "can't sleep. Sorry if I woke you." He sputtered and turned back around.
His eyes shut again until he felt a weight and warmth behind him, followed by arms wrapping around his waist. Thomas had comfortably slid next to him in bed and latched himself to Newt's backside. His body fit perfectly with Newt; they were like puzzle pieces. Newt felt his body relax as Thomas nestled his face into the crook of his neck; his lips grazed his shoulder. Their hands intertwined with ease, and Newt rubbed his thumb on the back of his hand. Thomas spoke in a raspy, slurred voice. "I know when you're lying. Come here."
Newt turned to face Thomas, giving him a weak grin. Thomas could really see how lack of sleep tainted his lovers face. Newt's eyes were bloodshot and dry, and circles of a purplish-grey found refuge beneath his beautiful brown eyes. His nose and cheeks were flushed a gentle red, possibly from crying himself to sleep for the past month. His face seemed paler than usual. Thomas brushed a stray hair from his partners face, tucking it behind his ear. "Do you want to talk about it?" Thomas mumbled. Newt responded with a blank expression and a slow shake of his head.
"Not ready yet." Newt croaked. His voice was hoarse and quiet.
"That's okay." Thomas gave him a reassuring grin, "Do you want me to stay?"
After recieving a nod from Newt, Thomas pulled him closer to his chest. He kissed the top of Newt's head and caressed his back. Newt placed a gentle kiss on Tommy's neck; a more genuine smile formed on his face.
He loved the feeling of his skin. It was rough with scars and tainted from dirt and blood, but it felt so familiar to him. Thomas hummed and slipped his hand under Newt's shirt, tracing patterns onto his bare back. Newt tensed at the sudden cool feeling of his boyfriend's hand, but relaxed as soon as his fingers brushed against his skin. He took in Thomas' scent, which to most wasn't pleasant. They did bathe at the safe haven, but used soap sparingly. The scent felt like home to him, though, and that's all that mattered.
Newt's eyes shut, nestling closer to his lover's warmth. His breath slowed to a steady rhythm. Thomas placed a final kiss on top of Newt's head, whispering a quiet "Goodnight." Newt hummed a response and felt himself drift off in the comfort of his partner.