[ Thomas coming to his rescue happened too fast for him to really process and yet it still felt like it was in slow motion. He can't bring his dark brown eyes away from the body that Thomas had brutally maimed for its offense. ] Shit. [ Jesus Christ. What the fuck. Maybe Thomas was getting fed up of saving his ass from cranks, Newt wouldn't blame him. One of these times Thomas wouldn't be there. The blond wonders if he'll be able to take one if it gets the jump on him like that one had.
He sees the almost movement in Thomas's muscles but then he looks down at his hands, and Newt follows his gaze, and oh. Both gross and worrisome, honestly. ] Yeah, thanks, Tommy. Uh - No, I don't think it scratched or bit me. Drooled all over me. Breathing kind of comes with the territory of bein' alive though. [ What kinda shuck question is that? Was he not supposed to breathe? He understood the fist line of questioning, but not that one.
Moving to sit up, he pulls his backpack off his shoulders and into his lap, fishing out his water bottle, and without giving Thomas time to really complain, Newt moves closer to spill some of his water onto Thomas's hands to help wash them off. ] After Winston, we don't know who's immune to this stuff and who's not, or how we get it, and I'll be shucked if I'm losin' ya. I don't know if we're wrong, or we're right with what we remember, so let's just both play it safe. [ Being alone in this situation without the others, without Minho, Tommy, Alby... Any of the Gladers alive or lost. It's a sickening thought.
Hell, even that Aris kid might make him feel a bit more comfortable... No, probably not. His gaze finds the dead body again, and lingers, and he can't help the words that spill past his lips, knowing Minho spoke similar ones about being in Wicked's clutches. ] I hope that never happens to me. I won't let it. [ Okay, so Minho had basically asked Thomas to make sure that nothing Wicked-y ever happened to him; this isn't that, this is Newt saying he'll figure something out. A bullet to the brain, probably.
A pause. ]
And if ya run in to Teresa, don't trust her, I know she was your girlfriend, but we all trusted her and it got us in a load of trouble. [ He knows the other boy probably doesn't want to hear that, so his gaze falls to the lid that he's screwing back onto his water bottle. Then his expression shifts, and he look sad, almost unbearably so. Not only might he never see Minho again, but there's another question bugging him. ] That shucking thing that tried to make you stab Minho, ya think I've got one? Do ya think it's made me do stuff? [ This isn't the time or place for this, but he's gotta ask, and that's obvious with the way his eyes seek Thomas's. These are all his feelings right? Everything he's felt? ]
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He sees the almost movement in Thomas's muscles but then he looks down at his hands, and Newt follows his gaze, and oh. Both gross and worrisome, honestly. ] Yeah, thanks, Tommy. Uh - No, I don't think it scratched or bit me. Drooled all over me. Breathing kind of comes with the territory of bein' alive though. [ What kinda shuck question is that? Was he not supposed to breathe? He understood the fist line of questioning, but not that one.
Moving to sit up, he pulls his backpack off his shoulders and into his lap, fishing out his water bottle, and without giving Thomas time to really complain, Newt moves closer to spill some of his water onto Thomas's hands to help wash them off. ] After Winston, we don't know who's immune to this stuff and who's not, or how we get it, and I'll be shucked if I'm losin' ya. I don't know if we're wrong, or we're right with what we remember, so let's just both play it safe. [ Being alone in this situation without the others, without Minho, Tommy, Alby... Any of the Gladers alive or lost. It's a sickening thought.
Hell, even that Aris kid might make him feel a bit more comfortable... No, probably not. His gaze finds the dead body again, and lingers, and he can't help the words that spill past his lips, knowing Minho spoke similar ones about being in Wicked's clutches. ] I hope that never happens to me. I won't let it. [ Okay, so Minho had basically asked Thomas to make sure that nothing Wicked-y ever happened to him; this isn't that, this is Newt saying he'll figure something out. A bullet to the brain, probably.
A pause. ]
And if ya run in to Teresa, don't trust her, I know she was your girlfriend, but we all trusted her and it got us in a load of trouble. [ He knows the other boy probably doesn't want to hear that, so his gaze falls to the lid that he's screwing back onto his water bottle. Then his expression shifts, and he look sad, almost unbearably so. Not only might he never see Minho again, but there's another question bugging him. ] That shucking thing that tried to make you stab Minho, ya think I've got one? Do ya think it's made me do stuff? [ This isn't the time or place for this, but he's gotta ask, and that's obvious with the way his eyes seek Thomas's. These are all his feelings right? Everything he's felt? ]