The first thing that registered upon entering Newt's apartment was sobbing. Shaky sobs and ragged breaths filled Thomas' ears as he slowly entered the bedroom. He knocked on the wooden surface as he stepped through, alerting the crying man that someone was there.
"What's wrong, buddy?" Thomas asked concern lacing his voice. He dropped onto his knees next to Newt who was curled up on the floor while leaning against the bed for support. "You haven't talked to me in ages and now you call me up to meet you crying?"
" 'm sorry, Tommy," Newt hiccupped as he tried to calm his shaky nerves.
"Just tell me what's wrong and what I can do to help," Thomas told him while the concern in his eyes grew.
"I'm unlovable, Tommy. Nobody wants me and no one ever will. I'm inching closer to my 30's, no love life to speak of, I haven't had sex in nearly seven years. This is happening while everyone around me that I know is getting married and having kids," Newt choked out between his tears. His body shaked with the anxiety and sadness that washed over him. "Even my aunt- who mind you is the biggest bitch you've ever met- got married just last week! If she can get hitched, it should be a cake walk for me in comparison to find a fucking date! Yet here I sit, crying like a bloody baby because of single status!"
"You think you are unlovable? That's ridiculous, Newt, and you know it. You've got plenty of people who care about you!" Thomas assured him. Newt laughed mockingly at the statement that resounded like a lie in his ears. "Why do you do this to yourself? Why beat yourself over something trivial?"
"If I wasn't unlovable, why am I crying to you about it? When will it be my turn, Tommy?" Fresh tears streamed down Newt's face that broke Thomas' heart a little more.
"Go out with me. Let's go out on a date Saturday night. We'll do the dinner and a movie thing or there's that ice cream place you love that's opening back up for the season today. What's it called again?" Thomas offered. Newt's head picked up at the turn of events.
"The Cone," he hiccupped.
"Come on, we'll go to the cone and hold hands while he make out like a teenage couple whose recently discovered PDA!" Thomas proclaimed. He stood and offered his hands out to Newt to pull himself up with.
"You want to go on a date with me?" Newt asked, stunned.
"Of course I do! I wouldn't have come over otherwise if I didn't like you one way or another. You are too cute to be upset like you are," Thomas assured the blonde. He smiled as Newt began to relax again. "Come on, ice cream calls and it helps solve everything eventually."
a/n: I can't wait for spring to officially start! (It's coming with all the horrible rain but it's better than snow! But the sinuses, oh god!) And with Spring, comes the opening of The Cone which does in fact exist, which I think is better than Grater's though I may get shot by anyone who actually lives In the greater Cincinnati area for saying that.