Newt smiled awkwardly at Thomas as he fidgeted awkwardly back and forth on his feet. He knew this moment was coming but he really wasn't prepared on how to answer Thomas when the eventual question came. He really did like the boy but anything beyond their friendship was more than Newt could bare.
"Tommy, you know you are one of my best mates. You also know how fucked up I am. I don't think it'd be a good idea for me to be in anything serious when I am barely able to take care of myself," Newt explained. Thomas nodded with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face. Newt's heart sank at the look, if he would have dated anyone he currently knew- Thomas would be his first choice in a heartbeat.
" 'm sorry," Thomas mumbled, a tinge of red starting to creep up his face. He really was adorable when he looked like that. Newt was almost tempted to give in and kiss Thomas with everything he had.
"Nothing to be sorry about. Don't wait around and pine for me either, okay? You're still my friend and I'll be your wing man any day. Gally sure seems to be warming up to you though." Newt wiggled his pale eyebrows at the suggestion that seemed to cheer up the brunet a little. Newt hooked his arm through Tomas' and pulled him along towards the area they'd left their friends a few moments before. Everyone seemed a little tipsier than they did five minutes ago, though Minho did set a hard pace when it came to drinking that he dared everyone to keep up with.
"Thomas and Newt, sittin' in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Teresa sang in between her rounds of shots. Everyone roared in riotous laughter that seemed to only further Thomas' embarrassment at the situation.
"Actually, Teresa, I told him that he should be asking Gally out. Much better match, honestly," Newt told her. Everyone stopped on a dime to look at the wide-eyed boy in question. Gally stammered over the words he was looking for before finally giving up and closing his mouth. He avoided looking at either Thomas or Newt, trying to look interested in his beer.
"How cute!" Teresa finally shouted. "Gally, come here and sit next to Tom!" She forcefully pulled him by his arm and planted him next to Thomas' bar stool. Gally muttered something that sounded a lot like 'insecure bastard' before finally looking up at Thomas. He'd be hard pressed not to take Thomas since Newt seemed so eager to pass him off, especially with those wide brown eyes and slightly pouty lips. Gally smiled slightly and nodded awkwardly much to Thomas' amusement. He was in for a long night, thanks to Newt.