Not sure, I woke up in that seat. [ Newt nods his head to the empty seat by Thomas, gaze never pulling away from the other boy. He's relaxed by the thought that Tommy's here too, that means the others might be too, or that they'll at least figure this out. A second later he finds himself feeling a bit guilty for putting that much weight on his friend - it wasn't his job to figure out their problems.
It doesn't take him long to notice the brunet is a bit dazed and confused. Maybe he hit his head too hard off something. So he waits for him to come back to their world, instead of snapping at him. ]
I don't know if I'd call myself good if my face looked like that. But good, 'cause I couldn't carry ya and both of these even if I wanted to. [ Teasing, teasing should help, right? He waits a moment longer, almost tempted to take his hand back, not sure if his help isn't wanted or if Tommy's just completely out of it. God, he's not going to have to carry Tommy is he? The thought of bringing their backpacks outside and then coming back for him enters his mind, but it's shoo'd away when he feels Thomas's hand in his.
Relief washes over him but is quickly gone when he hears that hiss of pain, not sure what's causing it but Newt is definitely worried for his friend.
The bright light is not welcome in Newt's opinion and he squints his eyes so tightly that he can barely see, but when his eyes finally stop protesting with screaming pain, his gaze isn't on their surroundings - it's on Thomas, noting the state he's in.
Of course when Thomas actually voices the question, it causes Newt to look around them to let his eyes scan the environment. A chuff passes his lips as he finds a spot he deems is good enough a few feet ahead of them, and heads over to it dropping the backpacks on the ground. ]
No idea. [ The words are spoken as he crouches by his backpack, opening it to rifle through it, the bottle of pain relievers is a god-send and after the moment he takes to read the label he twists them open, causing the pills to rattle in the plastic as he does. He pops one in his mouth, grinding it into a nasty tasting grit in his mouth before swallowing it. He's really not in the mood to wait for them to kick in, wanting to speed things up. ] Come here, Tommy. [ His arm is out-stretched towards the boy behind him, a couple white pills in his palm. ] Are you gonna tell me what happened to your face? And why are ya walkin' funny? [ Newt's one to talk, really. ]
pick newt up steph it'll be fun steph this is on u
It doesn't take him long to notice the brunet is a bit dazed and confused. Maybe he hit his head too hard off something. So he waits for him to come back to their world, instead of snapping at him. ]
I don't know if I'd call myself good if my face looked like that. But good, 'cause I couldn't carry ya and both of these even if I wanted to. [ Teasing, teasing should help, right? He waits a moment longer, almost tempted to take his hand back, not sure if his help isn't wanted or if Tommy's just completely out of it. God, he's not going to have to carry Tommy is he? The thought of bringing their backpacks outside and then coming back for him enters his mind, but it's shoo'd away when he feels Thomas's hand in his.
Relief washes over him but is quickly gone when he hears that hiss of pain, not sure what's causing it but Newt is definitely worried for his friend.
The bright light is not welcome in Newt's opinion and he squints his eyes so tightly that he can barely see, but when his eyes finally stop protesting with screaming pain, his gaze isn't on their surroundings - it's on Thomas, noting the state he's in.
Of course when Thomas actually voices the question, it causes Newt to look around them to let his eyes scan the environment. A chuff passes his lips as he finds a spot he deems is good enough a few feet ahead of them, and heads over to it dropping the backpacks on the ground. ]
No idea. [ The words are spoken as he crouches by his backpack, opening it to rifle through it, the bottle of pain relievers is a god-send and after the moment he takes to read the label he twists them open, causing the pills to rattle in the plastic as he does. He pops one in his mouth, grinding it into a nasty tasting grit in his mouth before swallowing it. He's really not in the mood to wait for them to kick in, wanting to speed things up. ] Come here, Tommy. [ His arm is out-stretched towards the boy behind him, a couple white pills in his palm. ] Are you gonna tell me what happened to your face? And why are ya walkin' funny? [ Newt's one to talk, really. ]