So I was listening to Ed Sheeran and I basically have decided that every single song spells out Newtmas. Anyway I should start adding songs to chapters, cause music is always nice. And I reallyyyyyyy wanna make a Newtmas One Shot book thing. Idk if I should though. Oh, and explaining Newtmas to my Mum is like an impossible task. The damn gif thing of them (almost) kissing she just blames on the camera angle. SERIOUSLY? That has nothing to do with the camera angle when they lean in. Case closed. They are gay. And I should go back to dedicating chapters. And I need to figure out how gifs save on a macbook cause I wanna make a Newtmas video but it won't let me cause ugh.

Newt shuffled around quite a bit as he awoke the next morning, only to come to a sudden halt when he noticed that something was beside him. He freaked for a second, but then he realized that it was only Thomas, and his heart rate went down to a steadier pace, only to speed up again when he came to the full realization that Thomas was right beside him.

He still had his arms firmly wrapped around Newt, his body pressed against the smaller's back, and Newt could feel Thomas' steady breathing by the way his body moved against his own. They were close, very close. But Newt still felt like there was too much of a distance between them. He knew that they were close together, and they couldn't get any closer than this, but Newt felt like there was a big gap between them anyway, and he had the urge to shut the distance. But he couldn't, because there was no distance. No matter how much Newt thought that there was.

Newt turned around, careful not to wake the other, and his breathing seemed to stop completely as he inhaled a sharp breath of air when he came to face the beautiful boy in front of him. He'd never thought of it much before, but Thomas really was something to look at.

The way his eyes were closed shut and his mouth was slightly ajar. His lips that were clearly dry from the drop in temperature outside, but still so beautiful and tinted in a pinkish color. They were perfectly shaped. Newt found himself tracing Thomas' jawline, letting his fingers just slightly touch the others skin like a feather. He stopped when he came to the others lips, and he let out another gasp when he suddenly received the urge to lean in. But Newt couldn't do that. Thomas was asleep. It wouldn't be fair. Newt only wanted to place his lips on the others and claim them as his if Thomas was fully aware of it happening. So, he let his thumb linger longer on the others lip than he had intended, and he hadn't realized that a curious set of brown eyes were staring back at him until the lips he was so invested in, turned upwards into a smile.

Newt glanced back up, only to be met with Thomas' eyes that were now fully awake. And he quickly retrieved his hand and tried to look away, but then he realized Thomas was still shirtless and he found himself looking at his bare chest a little longer than intended. Thomas chuckled.

"What are you doing?" Newt bit his lip. He didn't know what he was doing. He clearly wasn't thinking of anything anymore, throwing every sort of worry out the window and just going for it, only to have everything come back to him again and replace his confidence with insecurities. If he were to have it his way, he'd be kissing Thomas right now and forgetting everything else. But he couldn't have it his way because he was afraid. He was afraid of taking that step between the line of friendship and relationship. Newt didn't want to try anything out that he was sure would end badly. And Thomas and Newt were almost destined to crash and burn if he let anything go anywhere.

"I-I don't know. Sorry." Thomas smiled, a real smile, and Newt really wished that he could mirror it.

"Why? I like this." And Newt would've said something if he could've, but his voice seemed to entirely disappear when Thomas tightened his grip that he had around Newt's waist, pulling him closer and leaning their foreheads against one another. His eyes were closed, and Newt wished it would've stayed that way. Because as soon as Thomas opened his shimmering brown eyes, Newt felt like something invisible and heavy was pushing down on his heart. He could barely breathe as he was looking back at Thomas, but he couldn't look away either. He was so drawn in that looking away was an impossible task that was set out to fail for him.

"You're close." Was what left Newt's lips and Thomas let out a laugh.

"I've noticed. Do you want me to move away?"

"No. I'd have you closer if I could." Thomas seemed slightly confused at first, maybe trying to take in what exactly Newt meant, but then his lips formed back into a smile, and Newt couldn't help but giggle. He heard Thomas' fast intake of breath, and that's what brought him back into silence as he looked at Thomas, slightly worried.

Thomas was staring at him, and Newt didn't know what to say. Why was he looking at Newt like that? He almost felt like Thomas was leaving something unsaid, maybe even multiple things, and they were placed right at the tip of his tongue, but he wouldn't utter a single word about anything.

"What are you thinking?" Newt's voice came out in a whisper as he looked intently at Thomas.

"I don't know what I'm thinking." A lie. Newt could see that that was a lie. Thomas knew what he was thinking, but he wouldn't tell Newt. The deception could be seen in his eyes.

"That's not true. You're thinking something."

"Maybe I'm thinking a lot of things." Thomas looked away at that, as if to say that he was done with this conversation, but Newt wasn't.

"At least tell me one thing that's on your mind." Newt could see that Thomas was thinking about his answer intently, probably fabricating his lie of an answer in his head right before he'd spill it out. Or maybe he would be telling the truth, but he was thinking about what truth to tell.

"One thing that's on my mind is you." Newt felt his face heat up and he turned to look away, removing his forehead from Thomas' and hiding it on his bare chest instead.

"Is it that bad that I'm thinking of you?" Newt shook his head.

"No, but it's unusual."

"And why is it unusual for someone to be thinking about you?"

"Because I'm not something worth thinking about." Thomas moved away slightly so that he could look at Newt, and he stared with such intensity in his eyes, that Newt tried to make himself smaller. As if it would help him disappear and Thomas couldn't look at him that way.

"You don't actually think that's true, do you?" Newt didn't answer. He didn't want to answer because he thought it was clear on it's own without any explanation.

"Look, you've only known me for what? Two or three months? You don't really know much of anything so you can't see if something is normal or not."

"What I do know is that you're on my mind. A lot more than I'd ever care to admit. And I really wish you'd stop holding yourself back so much and just let me in."

"And mess up your life? No thank you. I'll spare you that."

"You wouldn't be messing up my life."

"You don't know that."

"Because you won't let me know you." Thomas had a point. Newt knew that he did. But he couldn't suddenly tell him everything about his life. Sure, he may have some sort of trust in Thomas that he won't go around telling people, but he didn't have enough trust in him to think that Thomas would stay with him. Newt was a mess and he didn't think that Thomas would accept it.

Newt thought for a bit, and he came across the thought of how he liked to figure people out, but he usually had something to go off. So, maybe, if he gave Thomas one thing to go off, he could take it how he wished and figure Newt out himself. Without Newt helping him. And then Newt couldn't blame himself if Thomas knew too much. Because he didn't give him too much. Then again, telling Thomas anything would already be going against what he wants. He's conflicted because he's worried about Thomas knowing him too well, but he wants him to just the same.

"Newt?" He only realized that he'd spaced out when Thomas called his name, and he snapped out of it and looked back at Thomas.

"Yes?"

"Won't you tell me anything at all?" The face he gave Newt made Newt's heart break slightly, and he wished that Thomas just knew everything himself so that he wouldn't have to say anything at all.

"I-I guess I could say one thing. And then I'll let you go from there. Anything specific that you're thinking of?"

"There's so much I wanna ask in my mind that I can't really tell you any specifics."

"Well is there anything you think will help you out more if I gave you something about it?" Thomas nodded, as if he was saying yes and thinking about it.

"Why do you want to die?" He definitely went straight into that, Newt thought. He would've denied it normally, but after yesterday he didn't think that he could. Besides, Thomas already knew that Newt smoked to await death, so even if he did lie, it still wouldn't be believed.

"I guess I just don't have anything to live for."

"Why?" Newt was gonna elaborate, he really was, but then he remembered that he'd said one question. Not two.

"I said you can ask me one question. Not two."

"You didn't give me enough."

"You're smart. You'll figure it out. My answer is straight forward enough. You should be able to get somewhere with it. You had a question. I answered. Now leave it alone or figure it out. It's up to you."

"Why do you make this so difficult?"

"I don't. You make it difficult for yourself because you want to get to know me more." Thomas got up, and Newt missed the comfort he'd brought when the cold hit his waist again, making him shiver slightly as he saw Thomas pick up his shirt and button it back up.

"How am I supposed to figure you out if you won't let me ask any questions? Cause let's say I suspect one thing and then ask you if I'm right, but you won't tell me, how will I know?"

"You won't." Newt saw the flaw in his idea of Thomas coming up with things himself and guessing, without getting a proper answer from Newt. Thomas walked back towards Newt, who by now was sitting up on the bed with his feet planted on the floor, and Thomas leaned down so that they were eye level. Thomas intertwined their hands again, an action Newt didn't know if he should get used to or not.

"Newt, I want to know you, but it's difficult if you won't cooperate with me."

"Maybe I don't wanna cooperate." Newt saw something flicker in Thomas' eyes, and he didn't know if he should be afraid of whatever the other was thinking.

"I don't think that's true." Newt furrowed his eyebrows.

"What do you mean it's not true? Of course it's true. I don't want you to get to know me anymore than you already do."

"You're lying to me. Wether you're aware of it or not, you're lying straight to me. I can see it. You'll barely make any eye contact with me and you're nervously digging your nails into my skin. And your knee hasn't stopped shaking, while your bottom lip has stayed between your teeth. I can see that you're lying because this is what you're like at school, where almost everything you do is a lie." Newt wanted to scream. He'd always wanted someone to notice him, to pay attention to him, but not to the extent where the other would be able to see through every little lie he told.

"If you're so sure that I'm lying, what do you think is the truth?" Thomas got up and sat beside Newt, pulling Newt onto his lap while Newt felt a strong sense of having been in this position before. And he had, but only in a dream. Thomas held Newt, and Newt could see that he was careful not to hold him too tightly. As if every bone in his body would break if Thomas was too strong. He had a bigger build anyway, so to crush Newt wouldn't be such a hard task.

"I think that you want me to know whatever's going on inside your head, but you won't tell me whatever it is because you're scared to." He nailed it. Newt's exact thought that was weighing on his mind, had just been said aloud from Thomas. And Newt didn't know wether he should be happy or scared. At times he felt like Thomas understood him better than himself, and maybe he did, but hearing him say something that the blonde was thinking, terrified him. Thomas was amazing at studying Newt. Maybe that's why he looked into his eyes so much. Newt had heard the saying that the eyes are the window to the soul. And maybe Newt's soul happened to spill everything to Thomas without Newt's permission or awareness.

"I'm right aren't I?" Newt looked sideways so that he could face Thomas, and the close proximity made him want to close that last gap between them, and maybe he would've if he wasn't so afraid of the reaction. He was terrified of the mere thought of Thomas not kissing him back, or pushing him away, or yelling at him. Newt didn't want any of it. He wanted Thomas to like him, and he'd rather never kiss him if it meant sustaining their friendship. Thomas seemed to close the distance himself though, but not with his lips, much to Newt's disappointment, but rather with his forehead, closing the gap between the two.

"You may be right."

"I am right." Newt chuckled, until Thomas decided to nuzzle his face between his neck and his lips lightly brushed against Newt's collarbone. And if Thomas didn't feel or hear Newt's heart beating out of his chest yet, he didn't know what would.

"I'm making you nervous." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Newt really hated how true that statement was. He was nervous and confused, incredibly confused actually.

"Do you like my lips brushing against your neck?" Newt blushed. He wanted to say yes. He really did. But the thought of saying yes and Thomas finding it weird, was something he wasn't comfortable with.

"It's not a bad thing if you do. I don't mind." Now Newt definitely wanted to say yes after Thomas had reassured him. But he still didn't. Newt felt like he couldn't speak, like his voice had left him and made sure that he couldn't utter a single word.

Thomas' response to Newt's silence was to kiss his neck again. Not as lightly as the last, but not incredibly harsh either. He was careful and precise. As if he was memorizing every part of Newt that he got to place his lips against. Thomas' lips were carefully making a note of every place on his neck where Newt shivered, and every place where his collarbone was more visible and created a dent because there was no bone above, making it a small slope. He memorized the place between Newt's neck and shoulder where Newt unintentionally let out a gasp, and Newt could feel Thomas' lips curl up into a satisfied smile.

Newt had never had anyone kiss him before, and he definitely had never had anyone brush their lips against his neck. It was new and unknown to him, and he hated to admit that he liked it. But he did. He felt weird for it, like making any sort of sound wasn't allowed. Newt was embarrassed when he had given Thomas the satisfying feeling of hearing Newt. He loved the feeling, but he hated his response to it.

Thomas continued trailing his lips along the same spot, and Newt had to bite his lip very hard to refrain from letting any noise leave his mouth again.

"I don't think you're playing fair Newt."

"How am I the one not playing fair? You basically have me right on your lap with your lips against my neck."

"I'm not getting the reaction I want to get." Newt knew what Thomas meant, but he decided to pretend that he didn't. He wanted to test Thomas, to see how honest he'd be about what he wants.

"What reaction would you like to have?" Thomas smirked, and for a moment, Newt was terrified of his answer because his eyes seemed sadistic.

"I want to hear the reaction that I'm capable of getting out of you." And that was all it took for Newt to moan, giving in to Thomas and blushing furiously when he realized what he'd just done.

Thomas loved the reaction he received, and loved that he was responsible for making the sound leave Newt's beautiful lips. Thomas gently lay Newt back down on the bed and climbed on top of him, and Newt's breathing quickened in pace once more.

Thomas took one of Newt's hands in his own and placed them above Newt's head, leaving Newt to do whatever with his free hand, and without barely registering it, he'd placed it into Thomas' tousled hair. By now he was craving Thomas' lips, but he didn't think that Thomas knew that that's what he wanted, and he wasn't gonna tell him either. So he waited for Thomas to figure it out himself. Thomas leaned down and started marking his neck again, which was something Newt wasn't aware of yet. He didn't know how these things worked. Yes, he knew what a hickey was, but he'd never had one, so he didn't really know what exactly needs to be done to get one. So he lay there, unaware that it could be a great struggle to cover up later. He didn't realize in this moment that people would look at him. He was too invested in Thomas to think straight.

Maybe I should risk it? Newt wasn't courageous. He never had been, but the thought of Thomas kissing him was so strong and overwhelming that he almost wanted to bring Thomas' lips away from his neck and up to his instead. He was screaming on the inside. Thomas was making him go crazy and his lips felt cold and were aching for him.

Everything he wanted wasn't given to him, and he let out a whine cause he wasn't satisfied with what he was getting. He needed more at this point. And then Thomas suddenly pulled away and looked up at him, his hair a mess and eyes unusually dark. But there was something else, and Newt couldn't quite make out what it was.

"Did I hurt you?" Worry. That's what it was that Newt couldn't see at first. He was worried for Newt, and that made Newt's heart skip a beat.

"No. Course not. Why?"

"Cause you whined and I was worried that I'd bitten you or something."

"No. You're okay Tommy." Thomas nodded and sat back up, much to Newt's disappointment. He gave Newt a smile and fell back down beside him, looking at Newt who was still looking back at him.

"That was an interesting way to wake up in the morning." Newt laughed.

"You don't say?" Thomas chuckled and shuffled closer to Newt once more, and they lay there all morning, and eventually it ended up being the whole day. The whole day they stayed lying beside each other, Thomas making sure to make Newt laugh whenever he could, because he loved to see Newt laugh. And when Newt laughed, Thomas instantly went along with him, and they'd both end up laughing before Thomas would stop to admire Newt, seeing the way his eyes crinkled when he giggled, and the way his whole body moved along with him. Newt would eventually stop too, and they'd just be lying there talking beside each other until Thomas made Newt laugh again, and it repeated.

Newt had almost forgotten about the night before, when Thomas could've left him by himself. But Thomas had showed up anyway, despite what Newt had done, and the feeling it gave Newt, knowing that Thomas had come over to make sure Newt was okay anyway, made Newt feel special. And he never felt special. But Thomas had the capability to do a lot of indescribable things to Newt, and feeling special was one of them.

It was now late in the evening, and Newt started to think that Thomas might have to go home soon. He didn't want Thomas to go because he felt like he would be drawn back to whatever dark mind set his head had created, and he'd be sad. He didn't want to be sad now that he'd experienced the opposite. But he only ever experienced it with Thomas around, and without him he was lost on how to feel any other emotion besides sadness.

It had slowly started raining, quickening in pace as it started pouring outside. The water was hitting Newt's window, making that the only sound to be heard in his room as they now had both grown quiet. It relaxed Newt, but Thomas relaxed him even more than the sound of rain hitting the roof and window outside.

"Tommy." Newt turned to the side to go back to facing Thomas, who now looked at him as well.

"Hmm?"

"I know that you didn't have to show up last night, especially cause I was so horrible during school, but you showed up anyway, and that means a lot to me." Thomas smiled at Newt while playing with his hair.

"I told you I'd come over if you ever needed me. No matter what."

"I didn't think it applied to when you're mad at me."

"Well normally it wouldn't, but you mean too much to me for that. And you sounded so upset that I couldn't just leave you. Even if you upset me. Because in the end I would've been more upset knowing that I didn't help you when you needed me."

"I want to kiss you." Newt blurted out before he could stop himself, and if Thomas wasn't holding him so tightly around the waist, he would've run into the bathroom to prevent Thomas from seeing the blush evident on his cheeks.

"You what?" Great. You messed up. Newt was mad at himself. He shouldn't have uttered a word about his thoughts, and normally he never would either.

"Nothing. I said nothing." Thomas ignored his statement and went on talking anyway.

"You want to kiss me?" More than anything.

"No."

"But you just said that you want to kiss me."

"I say a lot of things." Newt was surprised to see Thomas look hurt at his statement. Maybe he wanted to kiss Newt just as bad as Newt wanted to kiss Thomas. But then again, it could've been his mind messing with him so that he'd have an excuse to just go for it.

"So, you don't want to then?"

"I don't know. Do you?" Thomas shrugged.

"Maybe." Newt looked at Thomas in curiosity and tried to see how serious the other boy was, without any successful result on figuring out if Thomas was joking or not. He looked serious, but he couldn't possibly be.

"You wouldn't wanna kiss me."

"Why not, Newt?" Thomas was about to figure out another thing, Newt suspected. It may've been obvious due to the fact that he never socializes much with anyone, and doesn't really like the people he's around, but still.

"Haven't really kissed anyone. Like ever." Newt expected Thomas to laugh, or make fun of him for it, but nothing came. He let out a nervous giggle himself at Thomas' silence.

"I-I can show you?" Thomas seemed so nervous to ask and Newt thought that it was adorable, and Thomas started blushing but nevertheless, held eye contact.

"Show me how to kiss?"

"Yea." Newt thought about it. If Thomas was offering to kiss Newt, then it wouldn't be bad to go for it, right? So Newt slowly nodded and agreed.

"Okay. Show me." Thomas gasped, and looked at Newt suddenly like he'd gone crazy, and maybe he had. Strike that, he'd definitely gone crazy since meeting Thomas.

"What?"

"Y-you're serious. You w-want to kiss me?"

"Well if you're offering to show me, why not?" Newt was mentally going mad thinking about this, but on the outside he kept himself together, trying to make it seem like kissing Thomas was no big deal. In actuality, it was one of the biggest deals to Newt.

Thomas went to sit up and lean against the wall while Newt got up as well, waiting for directions.

"Sit on my lap." Newt did as he was told, straddling the other and waited for the next move.

"Closer." Newt carefully moved closer and eventually their chests were pressed up right against each others. Thomas smiled and placed one of his hands on Newt's cheeks, and Newt leaned into the warm touch. Thomas suddenly leaned a lot closer, their noses touching, and Newt could hear his breathing loud and clear as the rest of the room was silent, Thomas busy focusing on Newt's lips.

The next part, he whispered.

"Okay, now you just kiss me. Do it however you imagine you would. Just don't be afraid." Don't be afraid. Yea, that's a lot easier said then done. Newt nodded slowly despite the fact that he was terrified.

"Just lean in and close the distance." And Newt did. He closed the last gap between both of them, taking Thomas by surprise, but he quickly relaxed into it and began kissing Newt back. Newt grabbed a hold of the back of Thomas' hair, while Thomas instinctively went to hold Newt's thin waist.

Newt pulled away when he needed to breathe, but a second or two later, he was hesitatingly bringing their lips back together, and Thomas was the one to close the gap this time. They kissed for what seemed to be ages, both of them a mess as Thomas lay Newt down on his back, climbing on top of Newt and continuing to kiss his lips, biting the blondes lower lip to get the desired response. To Thomas' great satisfaction, Newt moaned and Thomas took that chance to slip his tongue between Newt's lips, taking control quickly because Newt didn't quite know how to respond to things like this yet. He'd never done them before.

"You make me go crazy without even doing anything." Newt giggled against Thomas' lips and Thomas pulled away for a second to breathe, looking at Newt as if to ask for some sort of reassurance that that had been okay. Newt responded with a peck to the others lips, making Thomas smile. Thomas and Newt were both out of breath, and they lay there trying to regain it back until Thomas decided to break the silence.

"You sure you've never done that before?" Newt nodded slowly.

"I'm sure."

"Well then I'm screwed when you figure out what you're doing."

"Like I'm ever gonna figure it out. And is that your way of implying that we'll be doing this again?"

"Oh, we'll be doing this a lot if we were to have it my way." Newt looked down and bit his lip, and Thomas took his thumb and pulled Newt's bottom lip away from his teeth.

"Don't do that."

"Why not?" Thomas shrugged while Newt smirked. He didn't wanna answer.

"Can I... kiss you again?" Thomas didn't answer at first, making Newt worried that he'd said the wrong thing. However, a second later he felt warm and chapped lips against his own and he instinctively went to wrap his arms around the others neck, gently pushing his nails into the others skin. Thomas moaned, and Newt soon did the same as a response to the reaction he had gotten.

When Newt pulled away to breathe, he almost instantly wanted to pull Thomas back in. Wether he needed to breathe or not, it could wait if he could kiss Thomas for a little longer.

"Are you thinking the same thing as me?" Newt looked at Thomas when he heard him break the silence in the room, and he contemplated on his response for a bit.

"Depends. Are you thinking that that kiss gave you the most amazing feeling in the world?"

"More than that."

"Then we're not thinking the same thing." Thomas laughed and shook his head at Newt.

"Let's try it this way. Was that okay for you?" Newt nodded. It was more than okay. It was the most amazing thing Newt had felt. The feeling that came with it was so unfamiliar to him, yet worked like a drug as he instantly needed more of it.

"Newt?" Thomas furrowed his brows and looked at Newt, his lower lip between his teeth and a confused look spread on his features.

"It was addictive."

"So, what does that mean?" Newt thought for a minute before getting up in a sitting position.

"It means I wanna do it again." And then he got on top of Thomas and pulled their lips to each others in another kiss.

An abrupt knock on Newt's door interrupted them, and they quickly pulled apart, staring at each other with wide eyes.

"In a minute mum!" And then he turned back to Thomas after looking at the door, giving him a look that Thomas immediately understood. He had to go. Thomas went to sit up and place his feet back down to the floor, looking over at Newt who's eyes had never left Thomas'.

"I guess I'll be leaving then." Newt nodded, hating the fact that Thomas had to leave. He scooted closer to Thomas, wrapping his arms around the others waist and resting his head against the others shoulder, nuzzling his head between Thomas' neck. The silence was nice, and quickly ruined when his mum knocked on the door once more, this time at a much faster rate. Newt sighed.

"I said in a bloody minute!" Thomas chuckled.

"I should really go."

"Don't leave me." And Thomas' heart almost broke, he really didn't want to leave Newt behind like this.

"And risk your mother finding me in here with you?" Newt knew he had a point, he always did, but he hated to admit that Thomas was right. And when Newt reluctantly let go, Thomas wanted to pull him right back to him, but he got up instead.

"I'll see you next week." Newt gave him a confused look, and Thomas noticed.

"I have to be back at my dad's tomorrow. I'll be there for four days but then I'll be back." Thomas' statement made Newt feel angry, betrayed in a way.

"So, you stay with me for a night and practically a whole day, kiss me, and then you leave me behind? Is that how this works?" Newt's outburst seemed to surprise Thomas, as the other did not know how to respond besides to stand there stuttering with his mouth agape.

"Newt, no. Why would you think that?"

"Because it's true. You're leaving me here." Any other person wouldn't see it that way, but Newt did, because he already had a lot of issues with people, and when the only person he liked, suddenly got up and left like that, he couldn't take it any other way than "Oh, he's leaving me."

"I'm not leaving you. You know the whole situation with my parents. And you know that I have to leave town sometimes. And tomorrow happens to be one of those days. But I'm coming back, you know I am. I'd never just leave you like that. I thought you'd know that by now." But Newt didn't know, because anytime Thomas left could be the last time he saw him. He never had to come back, and that scared Newt whenever he'd say goodbye.

"Newt?" The silence scared Thomas, worried him. He needed a response from the other to know that it was okay. Because if he left now with Newt upset, it'd be weighing on him for the four days he'd be gone.

"Go." That one word upset Thomas more than any other statement he'd heard the other speak before, and he slowly walked over to the window to jump out. He looked back one more time at Newt, but he was only looking at the floor, his fingers to his lips.

"I'm sorry." And then Thomas jumped out, going back to his car while Newt broke down in tears.