Newt picked up the phone on the third ring, surprised that Alby was calling him at all. He didn't even manage to get in a 'hello' before Alby was talking.
"Would you care to explain to me why your boyfriend is on my couch, crying his eyes out on my boyfriend's shoulder?" Alby demanded. Newt's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion at the question.
"Pardon?" Newt asked. His brain kicked in, trying to remember what Thomas had been doing the last few days that could have caused him to be upset, then to go to Alby and Minho's house for comfort rather than Newt.
"Thomas was already here when I got home from work. He's rather inconsolable despite the fact that he's clinging to Minho like a life line. What happened?" Alby's voice was a mix of demanding and accusatory that was directed all the situation being Newt's fault.
"We haven't fought in weeks! I've been so busy trying to get some paintings done for clients that I haven't been getting home until late," Newt admitted, trying to defend himself. "Thomas seemed to be alright this morning when I left. Did he say why he didn't come to me?"
"When's the last time you two had sex?" Alby questioned, voice deadpanned. Newt sputtered at the question that pried a little closer than Alby had any right to go. "Hell, when is the last time you even touched him at all?"
"It's been a while, on both accounts," Newt deflated a little admitting the fact to Alby. "But we've both been busy. Once life calms down a little, we'll be right back to our normal routine again."
"Thomas needs you now, Newt. He's starved for your attention and touch and he hasn't gotten it from you so he's come to Minho for some sort of physical affirmation. Come over now and pick him up!" Alby disconnected before Newt could reply. Newt huffed but gathered up his keys and jacket regardless.
Alby was right as much as Newt didn't want to face that fact and Thomas really did deserve more out of Newt than he'd been getting as of recent. Newt berated himself the entire drive over to Alby's and nearly cried too when Thomas shuffled over to Newt and into his arms. Thomas sighed into the contact that made Newt melt as they made their way back home in contented silence.
