[ Hesitantly, Newt watches Thomas, not really wanting to have this conversation with him if the way his lips press together for a moment is anything to go by. Suddenly his throat feels too dry, and if it weren't for the fact that he'd only been able to wedge one of the large water jugs into his backpack, he'd have one of his water bottles out. But he doesn't - already too used to hoarding water in the scorch, he simply stays where he is, arms frozen at his sides.

One of his hands twitches like he wants to move it, but ultimately it stays where it is, instead of going to the shoulder of the person he'd considered his friend not hours ago. No, he doesn't know what's going on with Thomas; Newt doesn't know what's going on anymore. When his hand does raise, it's to rub over his lips and chin, trying to figure out the easiest way to deliver the news. There isn't one, so he lets it fall back to his side, loosely. ]

No. Gally tried to shoot you... He moved in the way; he saved your life, he did.

[ The hesitance seems to disappear as he decides to step forward towards Thomas, his arm finding the shoulder that it had wanted to. ] You got him out of the maze, and he was thankful for it.