"I thought I had more time to get home before the storm came through. I better get going while I still have a chance," Thomas lamented while staring out the frosty window. He made a grab for his keys on the end table next to where Newt had taken up residence. Newt's long fingers darted out quicker, grabbing them before Thomas had a chance to fight.
"You'll do no such thing. This apartment is big enough the both of us for tonight, Tommy. I'd never forgive myself if I let you out in this and something happened on your way home," Newt replied, his eyes daring Thomas to argue. Thomas sighed as he turned his gaze back to the window and the growing mess outside. "I've got plenty of food and movies to keep us busy for the rest of the afternoon and you can use one of my old sweat pants to sleep in if you don't want to stay in jeans." Thomas resigned himself and plopped back down next to his friend.
"Okay, so what do you propose we watch first with all this new found time we have?" Thomas asked, his trademark grin spreading across his face. Damn if it didn't always go straight to Newt's heart every time he saw it.
"The movies are under the T.V in the drawers. The guest gets the first pick," Newt managed out while he felt himself loosing himself to Thomas' happy eyes.
"I think I'm enjoying the show on your face. What's going in that your head of yours?" Thomas asked. He moved a little closer until their knees touched and arms rested against each other.
"I'm thinking you have no sense of personal space as usual. Go pick out a movie, you shank!" Newt ordered. He leaned back into the cushions and tried to play off his sudden nervousness. Thomas just titled his head to the side, looking at him with a strangeness Newt had never seen before. "And stop looking at me like that!" Thomas shrugged it off before finally rummaging through the assortment of discs.
"Perks of being a wallflower? I never would have pegged you as a fan!" Thomas quipped happily. Newt pinched him on the side as he loaded it into his player. "Logan Lerman kind of looks like me if you get it at just the right angle. Cute isn't he?" Thomas did his best imitation of the cover photo much to Newt's pleasure.
"That's why I like this movie so much." Newt let the words slip out, not really thinking about what he was saying. Thomas smiled brightly and wrapped an arm around Newts waist.
"You really think I'm cute?" Thomas asked quietly. He placed a small kiss on Newt's blushing cheek for good measure. "Now I'm really glad you made me stay."
"Whatever, you klunk. Just for that, you just better keep me warm tonight if the power cuts out," Newt retorted, pulling Thomas back to the couch. "I don't have nearly enough blankets otherwise."