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Newt POV

I woke up to the sound of crying. I rolled over towards the noise. Sam was sitting up in her bed, hugging her knees to her chest. I watched her quietly. I didn't want to startle her. Sam had never genuinely started crying, let alone like this. At least, not that I knew of. She had always been...well, I had never seen her break down. Slowly, I sat up.

"Sam?" I asked quietly. It was likely she hadn't noticed I was awake, I didn't want to upset her further. "Sam, what's happened?"

When she heard my voice, the sound stopped. It was silent for a moment. Then, slowly, Sam raised her head. She brushed her hands over her face, trying to get rid of the tears that had left tracks down her cheeks. Her eyes were wide, like she thought I'd be angry at her for crying.

"Come here, love." I said softly. Sam watched me for another moment, then walked over to my bed and laid her head down in my lap. I ran a hand through her hair. She flinched and I moved my hand back, resting it on her arm. I frowned.

"Do you...do you want to talk about it?" I asked her. She sighed.

"J-Just...Ben." She mumbled. "M okay."

"Please don't do that." I said firmly.

"Do what?" Sam asked.

"You can't keep doing that, saying that...you can't keep...you're not okay." I managed. "I know you're not. You're crying. Please, just talk to me."

Sam sat up. She looked at me, her eyes welling up with tears again. I had made her start crying again. I felt even more horrible. Then she did something I hadn't expected at all. Sam pushed herself up and kissed me on the cheek, then leaned into my shoulder and wrapped her arms around me.

"S-Sorry." She muttered, then cleared her throat.

"Oh. That's...thanks." I managed. I hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head. "But you shouldn't be sorry for being upset. Why...why don't we do something to take your mind off this?" I suggested. Sam pulled back and turned the light on. I flinched, squinting as light filled the room.

"It's the middle of the night, Newt." She signed. "Let's go back to sleep." I watched her hands closely.

"Wait, there it is again." I said. "What's that mean?"

"What does what mean?" Sam looked confused.

"I...I know it's my name." I started. "I think. But when you do mine it's an N and then another word and I don't know what the word is." Sam bit her lip.

"Th-this?" She put two fingers on her chin and flicked it down, making an almost fist with her hand and ending in a sort of sideways thumbs-up. I nodded. Sam blushed.

"Um..it's the w-w-word I p-picked for your-your name."

"I know. But what is it?"

"It...um..." she cringed. "It-It means cute." I grinned.

"Awww, you think I'm cute." I teased. Sam scowled. It was adorable.

"It-It rhymes, o-okay?" She defended. "It's j-just because it-it rhymes. Th-that's all."

"Oh, and I suppose Gally rhymes with fight? And Minho rhymes with run? Yes, that's it, I'm sure." I laughed. Sam narrowed her eyes. She could tell I was teasing her.

"Yup. Only r-reason. Rhyming." She muttered.

"That's the only reason, is it?" I pulled her closer to me and kissed her gently. "Are you sure?"

"P-p-positive." She mumbled. I smiled at her, then it faded when I thought of something. Sam raised her eyebrow at me.

"Is there s-s-something w-wrong?" She asked. I shook my head.

"No, I just thought...does Thomas have one yet?" I asked her. I wasn't expecting the answer to be yes. Well, I weirdly didn't want the answer to be yes. But Sam signed something almost automatically. It was an S up near her chin that she brought around to the other side of her face. I frowned. Then she frowned.

"I don't remember coming up with that." She signed.

"Are you sure it's his?" I asked. "Maybe you're thinking of another sign."

Sam made a face and shook her head. "No. That's not how it works. You don't forget words and switch them out for weird stuff, do you?"

"But it's not a T. Why isn't it a T?" I asked. Sam paused and her eyebrows furrowed, then she shrugged.

"I just felt like that was what it was." She answered. "I didn't really think about it."

"You don't think that's weird?" I pushed. "You came up with it really fast. Chuck told me you went through five different words for his before making his friend."

"I didn't think about yours either." Sam bit her lip. "It just sometimes feels easier with some people. People are weird. I don't know."

"But you don't...it just seems…" I sighed. "I think it's possible I'm just too bloody tired for this."

"That would be my fault. Sorry I woke you up." Sam signed. Her motions were small and closed off. If she had spoken, her words would probably have been quiet. I shook my head immediately.

"No, don't do that." I told her. "I don't care about that. I just want you to be able to sleep without being scared or having nightmares. I...I care about you. Don't be sorry."

Sam hesitated, then gave me a small smile and leaned back into me.

"I c-care about you too." She muttered. "You're t-too nice."

"Yes, I am. Deal with it." I told her, teasing. She laughed. It was nice to hear her laugh after first having to hear her wake up from a nightmare. I still wanted to know more details about what her nightmare was about so I could help her feel better (I always felt better when I talked about mine) but it was late and right now I was just glad she seemed like she was feeling a little better.

"Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight."