[ Bad dreams are hardly anything new to Thomas, or to Newt, but being awake and experiencing it second hand through a freaky, sci-fi mental bond? Yeah, that's new. They've been holing up in the same room together, unwilling to split apart. They both remember being held at the WICKED compound, how they were split up and tortured. How they refused to be forced into anything else, and plotted their way out in the room they caged them in together, after.
Regardless of what hell they're put in, corny as it sounds, as long as they stick together they can figure or fight their way out. And Thomas absolutely refuses to lose Newt again, not for so much as a second. His mind hasn't been able to shut down for a single second since they woke up in this place, running through ideas over and over, unable to stop trying to solve the puzzle. Thankfully Newt's been able to block him out enough to get some sleep, even if disturbed by memories of the hell they struggled through in the Scorch.
The first crack of lightning is purely in his head, but Thomas jumps nonetheless, hair on the back of his neck standing up, and heart pounding with adrenaline, as if it made any kind of sense that a freak storm could break out here and now, in the middle of space, indoors. Once he realizes it's only Newt's nightmare, he watches his best friend's curled up body in the bed across the small room, wondering if he should wake him up or let him get sleep, even if it's bad sleep. Thomas tries to just stomach it, hope it'll pass on its own, and Newt will find peace again.
And then an actual freak storm breaks out, here, now, in the middle of space, indoors. Thankfully the bolt goes into the floor between their beds, rather than directly into Thomas face, but that doesn't stop him from slamming himself back against the wall, yelping in surprise. Even still, he rushes over to Newt's side, practically leaping from one bed to the other, and is ready to shake him awake before he rouses on his own. ]
Newt, NewtNewt, it's okay, man, slim it. [ Thomas's hands are at his shoulders, squeezing. ] You alright?
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Regardless of what hell they're put in, corny as it sounds, as long as they stick together they can figure or fight their way out. And Thomas absolutely refuses to lose Newt again, not for so much as a second. His mind hasn't been able to shut down for a single second since they woke up in this place, running through ideas over and over, unable to stop trying to solve the puzzle. Thankfully Newt's been able to block him out enough to get some sleep, even if disturbed by memories of the hell they struggled through in the Scorch.
The first crack of lightning is purely in his head, but Thomas jumps nonetheless, hair on the back of his neck standing up, and heart pounding with adrenaline, as if it made any kind of sense that a freak storm could break out here and now, in the middle of space, indoors. Once he realizes it's only Newt's nightmare, he watches his best friend's curled up body in the bed across the small room, wondering if he should wake him up or let him get sleep, even if it's bad sleep. Thomas tries to just stomach it, hope it'll pass on its own, and Newt will find peace again.
And then an actual freak storm breaks out, here, now, in the middle of space, indoors. Thankfully the bolt goes into the floor between their beds, rather than directly into Thomas face, but that doesn't stop him from slamming himself back against the wall, yelping in surprise. Even still, he rushes over to Newt's side, practically leaping from one bed to the other, and is ready to shake him awake before he rouses on his own. ]
Newt, NewtNewt, it's okay, man, slim it. [ Thomas's hands are at his shoulders, squeezing. ] You alright?