After they both finished dinner Newt took Thomas' plate and set it beside him, and picking up Teresa who was sleeping peacefully.
"Tommy, I wanted to talk to you."
Thomas frowned.
"About yesterday? I know, I'm an idiot, I made you feel uncomfortab-"
"That's not it at all...I just want to say that... I- Do you feel something for Teresa?" Newt asked.
Thomas' face scrunched up in disgust.
"What?!" He yelled.
"No! Not like that! God, defiantly not like that! Like... Protective. Like her father. You have that need to protect her, right?" Newt asked.
Thomas blew out a puff of air.
"Yeah I do. I feel like she's my responsibility, like she's OUR responsibility, like she's ours. Yours and mine. But that's crazy, isn't it?"
Newt shook his head.
"It's not, Tommy, because I feel the same."
Thomas' eyes lit up with hope.
"What does this mean then?" He asked.
Newt shrugged.
"I don't know."
That night Thomas had a dream. Him and Newt were in what looked like a hospital room. Thomas' fringe stuck to his forehead with sweat. He smiled brightly at a unknown figure in his arms, then looked up to Newt.
"She's beautiful, Tommy. She looks just like you." His voice echoed.
"Like us." Thomas corrected. Kissing the blonde again.
"Can't believe we finally have her, after all the trouble." Thomas' vision blurred with tears.
"I'll never let either of you out of my sight." Newt smiled.
"I promise."
Thomas woke up in cold sweat.
"What the hell was that." He mumbled to himself.
"I have to talk to Newt."
He looked to the slowly rising sun.
"I'll talk to him tonight, but for now, it's time to get ready for the day." He stood up from his bed and put on his clothes and boots.
"Morning shank." Minho smiles brightly as they met at the opening in the wall.
"Mornin'" Thomas said sleepily.
"Ready to go?" Minho said jogging into the maze.
The younger boy shrugged.
"I guess." He said taking one last look to where Newt usually slept, before running after the Asian boy.