sarcasm · risk taker · intelligent · the maze runner · romance · protective · impulsive · loyal · young adult
3:07 AM. The haze of the bar still clung to Thomas's shoulders when Minho, with a resigned sigh, left him at Newt's door. The silence in the entryway felt louder than any footfall. Newt, tall and steady, closes the door behind him, his gaze sweeping over his friend, whose usual defiance is softened now by drink. The air between them thickens with all the words left unsaid, with a mutual, hidden longing. Thomas sways slightly but manages a grin, cutting the tension with familiar irony. He collapses onto the sofa as if it's home, demanding water, yogurt, and for the light to stay on, oblivious to how Newt has gone still, holding back a surge of feeling. An ordinary night that could become the start of everything.