[ With how beat up the other boy was, and the darkness of the ship, he's not sure he would have actually recognised Tommy - he likes to think he would, but that means very little. He recognises the voice and his own name before his eyes really make out his friend.
Shit, he looks like hell, and Newt isn't sure why which is terrifying. When had he gotten so klunky looking? The greeting that falls from his lips isn't the kindest, but it's what comes to his mind. ]
Tommy, ya look like hell, what happened?
[ Steadying himself, he moves closer to his friend, leaning down to get a better look of his war-zone of a face. Without much thought, Newt's hands move to unfasten Thomas's restraints, wanting to get the other boy up and out of there and into better light where his injuries can be better assessed. Worry floods his senses when he actually notices the look Thomas is giving him, and the blond can't exactly be sure but he looks like he's about to cry. The sight in itself is a terrifying one because Newt assumes it's due to the pain he's in and not his quandary of seeing what appears to be a ghost.
It might even be touching that someone cared about his loss so much, when Alby seemed to be forgotten so quickly but those thoughts are the farthest thing from his mind right now. ]
C'mon, let's get ya into the light where I can look at your shucky lookin' face.
[ When Thomas is free from the belt that had been fastened around him, Newt places a hand on his friend's knee to balance himself as he leans over to yank the backpack from under his seat. His own backpack weighs on his back, but he hasn't really had a chance to go through it completely; he wanted the light outside so he could see better but now his thoughts are on Thomas's health.
A little awkwardly, he straightens back out and slides the second backpack over his shoulder for the time being, the heaviness of them both is ignored in favour for Thomas. ]
Can ya stand? [ Despite the question, his free hand is already reaching out to help his friend up, unsure if he's going to need to help him walk out of the ship too. ]
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Shit, he looks like hell, and Newt isn't sure why which is terrifying. When had he gotten so klunky looking? The greeting that falls from his lips isn't the kindest, but it's what comes to his mind. ]
Tommy, ya look like hell, what happened?
[ Steadying himself, he moves closer to his friend, leaning down to get a better look of his war-zone of a face. Without much thought, Newt's hands move to unfasten Thomas's restraints, wanting to get the other boy up and out of there and into better light where his injuries can be better assessed. Worry floods his senses when he actually notices the look Thomas is giving him, and the blond can't exactly be sure but he looks like he's about to cry. The sight in itself is a terrifying one because Newt assumes it's due to the pain he's in and not his quandary of seeing what appears to be a ghost.
It might even be touching that someone cared about his loss so much, when Alby seemed to be forgotten so quickly but those thoughts are the farthest thing from his mind right now. ]
C'mon, let's get ya into the light where I can look at your shucky lookin' face.
[ When Thomas is free from the belt that had been fastened around him, Newt places a hand on his friend's knee to balance himself as he leans over to yank the backpack from under his seat. His own backpack weighs on his back, but he hasn't really had a chance to go through it completely; he wanted the light outside so he could see better but now his thoughts are on Thomas's health.
A little awkwardly, he straightens back out and slides the second backpack over his shoulder for the time being, the heaviness of them both is ignored in favour for Thomas. ]
Can ya stand? [ Despite the question, his free hand is already reaching out to help his friend up, unsure if he's going to need to help him walk out of the ship too. ]