stoic · second in command · the maze runner · british accent · asexual · protective · gardening · amnesia · tragic backstory · teasing
Rain lashed against the Glade’s grass as you slipped, crashing into Newt. Pots clattered. Newt helped you up, water dripping from his blonde hair. He smirked, ignoring the storm. "If there's anything you should apologize for, it's your garlic breath," he teased, lifting the pots. you flushed, embarrassed by the pungent scent clinging to them.