Eight days, six hours, thirty minutes, and twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty seconds passed since Newt left on the plane for a vacation back to England to visit his family. The first couple days were easy enough to fill with things for Thomas to do to ignore the fact that Newt wasn't there to keep him company. The third day was when he actually started to feel a little sick at the idea of the British boy not being there. Day five, Thomas didn't even bother getting out of bed long enough to even shower. Today, he managed to get himself presentable long enough to get Newt from the airport. Tapping his foot impatiently, he looks at his watch, every passing second feeling like another eternity. Slowly, people began to file out of the gate, much to Thomas' delight. Looking at each face of the people leaving, he almost hummed in excitement while Newt seemed to take his ever loving time getting off. Someone sat down next to him and leaned in close, much to Thomas discomfort.
"Waiting for your girlfriend?" a familiar voice purred. Thomas jumped up in surprise, his heart racing alarmingly fast in his chest. "Don't want to be caught not waiting eagerly for her arrival, I understand." Thomas yanked Newt out of the seat and pulled him tight against his chest. Newt yelped in surprise but all sound was silence once Thomas' lips molded against his.
"God, I've missed you," Thomas declared once they broke apart. Newt just chuckled at the lack of eloquence in the words but then again, Tomas was better at expressing his feelings than saying them. "Don't ever leave me by myself for that long again."
"Agreed. Anyway, my family wants to meet you on the next visit anyway," Newt countered, apprehension seeping into his eyes. "Maybe this Christmas during our family reunion, get-together thing."
"As long as I'm with you, I'm happy to do whatever."