when he got back, he sat down and was greeted by gally's stare.

"i have a feeling you don't like me." thomas said blatantly.

"you're right. i don't."

"care to explain why?"

"i don't know, maybe because you just show up saying you're a friend of newt and don't share anything about yourself to us? you're just here now?" he snorted. "were you the one who hit him or something?"

"gally-" frypan tried to argue.

"no, fry! stop and think for a second."

thomas stood up. "i'm leaving. thank you for the meal, minho." he forced a small weak smile towards the boy then walked out the shop.

teresa frowned, standing up as well. "you're a dickhead, gally. he's going through the same pain as all of you, if not more, and he can't tell you everything. he can't trust you straight away. he's been through a lot. maybe you have, gally, i don't know, but what i do know is that tom would never insult you like that in the middle of a night out."

she began to walk out, before turning back towards them. "newt wouldn't want you to be insulting his friends."