Newt was soothed by the hot water that's trickling down his body. This was exactly what he needed to shut out the coldness of the rain. He felt relaxed, like the water was massaging every inch of his body. This feels nice. He was on Thomas' bedroom bathroom.

"Newt! My clothes maybe a little bit big on you, is that okay?" Thomas yelled at him.

"Yep! Thanks, Thomas!" Great, just great. Him in Thomas' clothes, that's not stimulating at all.

Newt turned off the shower and wrapped himself with a towel that Thomas gave to him before he got in. He looked at himself on the mirror and told himself to behave. He got out of the bathroom and saw Thomas laying down the clothes in his bed. Newt stopped on his tracks to not distract Thomas. Thomas noticed him and there was a sudden change in his expression. Newt suddenly felt self-conscious as he felt Thomas' eyes examining him. He saw Thomas go red and Newt felt awesome that he has this effect on Thomas.

"I - uh - the c-clothes are here. *coughs*" Thomas stuttered, "I'll w-wait outside. I made hot chocolate." Thomas shifted his gaze and headed for the room. Before he closed the door he stole a glance at Newt and he was gone.

Newt was in heaven! Thomas still likes him! At least that would hold off for awhile. He took the clothes and he wore them. Thomas was right, they were too big on him. After he's dressed, he went out the bedroom and saw Thomas at the table sipping his hot choco. He sat with Thomas and blew his drink.

"Thank you." Newt said as he sipped his drink.

"Hey, hot coco's not that difficult to make."

"No," Newt chuckled "I meant for letting me stay here until the rain stops."

"No problem. I was not going to let you freeze to death and you've got a long way home." Thomas was basically murdering Newt with his smiles.

They sat in silence constantly stealing glances at each other.

"So, you've seen my other paintings?" Newt asked, remembering the time when Thomas said that his mother introduced him to one of Newt's paintings.

"Yeah. All of them actually. I love them. It looks good at my parents place. She hangs then everywhere." Thomas shared, laughing.

"You like them?" Newt was aware he was blushing.

"Yeah. Who wouldn't?! There beautiful and I can really tell that you put lots of passion in your work." Thomas looked at Newt. Newt melted at the stare but he knew he must not let Thomas notice.

"Enough about me. What about you? What do you do?" Newt did want to know. It seemed like Thomas was not doing anything for the time he knew him.

"Well, I'm an editor in a magazine."

"Editor?"

"Yeah, but I basically don't really put much effort into it. There are two of us and we split the work so that it isn't too much for one person but basically my mom owns the company and I don't like leeching from my parent's money so I take jobs outside like bartending, waitering and the likes. For now I'm just an editor. I just finished the last project last night."

"And Mrs. Cord lets you do that?"

"Yeah. She doesn't seem to mind. She wants me to be independent and that's what I'm going for."

"That's good."

They were silent again but this silence was not an awkward one. The silence was warm and comforting. This was what Newt wanted. A person who he can say nothing at all but it would still be okay.

Newt was getting sleepy while watching TV. Thomas noticed it and looked at the time. The rain was still pouring hard and seems like it was gonna last all night till dawn. He switched of the TV and turned to Newt.

"You should really go to be before you fall off the couch." Thomas said startling the blonde awake.

"Yeah. That's probably a good idea." Newt rubbed his eyes. "Do you have extra sheets for the couch?"

"Yeah. Wait, I'll get it." Thomas sprinted away, disappearing to the bedroom.

Newt was very sleepy and he just wanted to lie down. He stuffed his face on the couch. He felt himself slip from reality and into his dreams..

"Hey, you're not sleeping there." Thomas woke Newt up again. He was carrying sheets and a pillow.

"I don't think the floor would be even more comfortable." Newt managed to joke despite of his sleepiness. Thomas chuckled and pulled Newt out of the couch.

"No, silly, you're taking my bed." Thomas led Newt to his bedroom.

"What? I'm the guest. I should be the one sleeping on the couch."

"I insist. Take my bed. I'll be fine on the couch"

Thomas sat Newt on his bed and Newt laid down grabbing the sheets and hugging the pillow.

"Okay. If you really insist." Newt was barely saying the words because he was yawning.

"Yes. Yes. I insist. Good night, Newt." Thomas wrapped Newt in a blanket, switch off the lamp, and headed for the door.

"Hmmmm. Good night, Tommy."

Thomas smiled and really closed the door letting the blonde sleep.