[ He recognizes the rapid spreading disease just as well as Newt does, would known the signs of it anywhere, and it's terrifying. Makes his blood run cold even though it withdraws and vanishes the second Thomas's hands leave the alien's skin. He's shaking, and he can feel that fear amplified through Newt too, the second he pulls him away. ]

I didn't mean to. [ Thomas murmurs, in a terrified daze, hands held to his chest as if they burn, body meek. The last time or so that he'd utterly lost it like this, he hadn't really felt too bad for it after. Not directly after, not like this. It's the power itself, and he can still feel that fear of it echoing in Newt, even as he leads the bomber away. Speaking up louder, he feels horrible for having scared his friend like that. ] I'm sorry, Newt, I swear I didn't mean to.

[ One of those moments you wish you could quit and load up the last save point, before it happened. But it's done and they need to move this guy somewhere now. Thomas clear his throat, keeping a few paces to the side of them, but following. ] I, um. Back to the barracks, I guess? See if the others can get answers out of them?

[ Thomas tells himself now the he'll stay out of it, make sure not to touch the prisoner again, but let's be real, he's going to be standing in the corner hissing interrupting questions the whole time, because he's Thomas. ]