Not seeing wasn't a huge loss for Newt, he's grown used to his blind world over the years. Feelings became more important than the looks of anything and Thomas was no exception. He didn't even seem to notice half the time that Newt couldn't see the world around him which he was eternally grateful for. He got enough pity from everyone else to last him a lifetime so to have a normal relationship with someone was a blessing. Newt found his way into the kitchen where he heard pots, pans and other assortment of objects being moved around in a rush.

"Whatcha' got going on in here, Tommy?" Newt asked as he approached the source of the noises. He found Thomas' elbow which he grabbed on to fondly. "Smells like you are attempting to cook again." Thomas let out a rush of air that had a tone of exhaustion to it.

"You make this look so easy. I figured frying up fish couldn't be too difficult," Thomas huffed. Newt ran a soothing hand over the tense muscles between his boyfriend's shoulder blades. Thomas relaxed under the touch and leaned against Newt slightly. "Teach me master chef?"

"Comes with years of trial and error, trust me. What kind of fish is it anyway?" Newt asked. He leaned over the skillet, trying to catch a scent of the food in question.

"Was supposed to be salmon, but it's a puddle of mush as this point." Newt hummed as he poked carefully at the stuff in the still hot pan with his finger.

"I think I've got cod somewhere in there, it'll be a lot easier to make. Would you be so kind and grab it for me?" Newt asked. Thomas happily kissed him before digging through the contents of the fridge. He placed the contents into Newt's open hands who got to work immediately. They worked in tandem after much practice of learning each other's movements. Thomas watched eagerly was Newt's nimble fingers worked easily on the fish, trying to learn how he managed to not muck up everything like Thomas did.

"Thank God I've got you. I think I would have starved to death otherwise," Thomas thanked as he lead Newt to the table, food in hand.

"I'm just glad you haven't burnt anything else in here, other than food."

"Actually, I've been meaning to talk to you about that-"

"Tommy!" Newt slapped Thomas' thigh once he heard the low chuckle coming from his lover. "You suck."

"And you swallow, but you don't seem to be bothered by it any other day!"