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👦🏻❤️Gally❤️👦🏻

The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the Glade. The walls of the Maze were slowly closing, and the usual tension among the Gladers heightened as they awaited the return of the runners. As always, Gally stood at the entrance, his sharp eyes scanning for any sign of movement. Tonight, though, his gaze lingered a little longer than usual, his thoughts consumed by one particular runner.

M/N.

He'd been out there since dawn, and Gally's concern grew with each passing minute. Finally, just before the walls sealed shut for the night, a figure stumbled towards the opening. Gally let out a sigh he didn't know he had been holding when he saw it was M/N, but his relief was short-lived as he noticed the blood staining M/N's clothes and the grimace of pain on his face.

"Shuck, M/N," Gally muttered, rushing forward to support him. Making the shorter male put his arm around his shoulders to help him stand. "What happened out there?"

M/N tried to smile, but it came out as a wince. "Ran into some trouble. Guess I wasn't fast enough this time."

Gally's grip tightened around M/N's waist steadying him, his frustration at the Maze and worry for M/N bubbling up. "Let's get you to the Med-jacks," he said, leading M/N towards the Homestead.

The walk felt like an eternity, M/N wincing every couple of steps due to his wound but they finally made it. Gally gently helped M/N onto a bed and barked orders at Jeff and Clint. He stayed close, watching as they cleaned and bandaged the wounds. Once they were done, they left the two alone, knowing better than to question Gally's presence.

Gally sat beside M/N, his usual tough demeanor cracking. "You scared the life out of me, you know that?"

M/N chuckled weakly. "Didn't know you cared so much, Gally."

Gally huffed, but the concern in his eyes betrayed him. "Yeah, well, you're an idiot."

M/N's eyes softened, and he reached out to squeeze Gally's hand. "Thanks for looking out for me."

Gally sighed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Just rest, alright? I'll be here. I'll make sure you're alright."

Days passed, and Gally rarely left M/N's side. He brought food, helped change bandages, and even told him about what he was working on around the glade. M/N's strength slowly returned, and his wounds started to heal properly.

Under the soft glow of the lantern, M/N was picking at his nails brows furrowed huffing lightly. Gally watched him quietly before questioning him "What are you huffing and puffing about?" M/N looked up at him seemingly contemplating to himself, before his expression grew serious. "Why do you care so much, Gally You're not usually like this."

Gally looked down itching the back of his head, his eyes not wanting to meet with M/N's. Sighing he looked back up at M/N who had been waiting for him to answer "Maybe you're different. Maybe... I'm different when I'm with you."

M/N's heart sped up a little, beating louder than normally, and he felt a warmth spread through his cheeks that had nothing to do with the warmth of the night. "I like this side of you," he admitted softly.

Gally looked away, but not before M/N saw the small smile tugging at his lips. "Just don't go getting yourself hurt again, okay? I don't think I could handle it."

"I'll try," M/N promised, reaching out to intertwine their fingers. "But if I do, I know you'll be there."

Gally squeezed his hand gently. "Always."