" You can't just 'save' me all the time, Tommy." Said Newt without looking at Thomas.
"And I certainly can't just watch you get yourself killed! Cause that's what going to happen Newt. You'll end up dead in a dark corner, without…"
"I don't need anyone to save me !" Newt yelled. "I'm sick of being weak…"
"You are the strongest person I've ever known." Said Thomas in an impossibly calm voice.
"Stop interrupting me! I've made my decision and I don't to intend to give up. I need this job."
Thomas looked at him. He looked so desperate in his current state with a half bleeding cut in his left cheek and a black eye which made Thomas's heart beat faster in anger.
He knew absolutely nothing about what to do. Letting him fight in those clubs was not an option, Thomas wanted to protect him from dangers that lurked in the darkness. But what about the darkness Newt held inside, could Thomas protect him from that too?
"Okay." He said in a defeated voice. He somehow knew Newt needed to release. Fighting wasn't just a job for him, it was a therapy after Alby's death, something Newt never recovered.
"But you should know that I'll be there if it goes wrong. I won't leave you to die just because you are too stubborn to let me help."
That was enough for him, Newt realized. His Tommy to be with him. It was enough for him to go on. To live.
"I know you'll be there. You always have been."
The kiss was painful, courtesy of the injuries they've got during the fight. But neither of them cared much. Kiss was just perfect to go on, enough to want more.