(Maybe one day Newt would realize that asking people to live with you that you barely knew was considered socially strange. Until that day though...He was living with the mentality of the Maze ingrained into him. Accepting total strangers was just kind of the way of things.
He's patiently awaiting Thom's response to, well, everything when...well, everything happens. Newt's so stunned that he kind of just gapes. There is a minor attempt in helping, his hands jutting out but it quickly becomes evident that this entire thing is just. Hopeless.
Completely hopeless, oh god.
Then it just- it actually gets worse. How could it get worse? Newt didn't think it possible but there it was, going from bad to worse and he's stuck at a crossroads of laughing his ass off and feeling Intense Concern. The feeling of concern wins out only for the fact that Thom had been physically unwell earlier and Newt's on his knees before he can think of another moment. He hovers by Thom, hands up in the air and okay. Seriously.
Thom, for a healer, you're really good at encouraging heart attacks.)
Are you okay?
(He asks in a rush. He's already clearing away the mug because maybe that'll just be easier to deal with. He grabs a rag from the stove and is soon mopping up spilled tea. The rag gets pushed aside quickly and gentle hands find Thom's shoulders and he gives him another squeeze.)
Hey, you okay? It's fine. Just tea. You hit your head though-
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He's patiently awaiting Thom's response to, well, everything when...well, everything happens. Newt's so stunned that he kind of just gapes. There is a minor attempt in helping, his hands jutting out but it quickly becomes evident that this entire thing is just. Hopeless.
Completely hopeless, oh god.
Then it just- it actually gets worse. How could it get worse? Newt didn't think it possible but there it was, going from bad to worse and he's stuck at a crossroads of laughing his ass off and feeling Intense Concern. The feeling of concern wins out only for the fact that Thom had been physically unwell earlier and Newt's on his knees before he can think of another moment. He hovers by Thom, hands up in the air and okay. Seriously.
Thom, for a healer, you're really good at encouraging heart attacks.)
Are you okay?
(He asks in a rush. He's already clearing away the mug because maybe that'll just be easier to deal with. He grabs a rag from the stove and is soon mopping up spilled tea. The rag gets pushed aside quickly and gentle hands find Thom's shoulders and he gives him another squeeze.)
Hey, you okay? It's fine. Just tea. You hit your head though-