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« Do you really Love Me?
To the moon and back (x 1,000,000) »
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Newt was having an anxiety attack, he was huddle up in a ball as he cried for Thomas. Thomas was freaking out, sitting there watching the blonde thrash around and have trouble breathing. Newt held onto his chest, his eyes darting around examine his room.
Thomas held onto the boy's cheek, looking into his deepening eyes.
"Stay calm, Please Newt."
" I-I c-c-can't. You don't , You don't love me," He chanted while ripping his hair out.
Thomas heart shattered, he trapped the boy in a sweet kiss. The boy instantly relaxed, he melted into the kiss running his hands through the boy's hair.
" I love you, Newtie. I love you and your cute bootie."
Newt frowned, " Will you still love me, when I'm not young and beautiful?"
Thomas rubbed at the soft skin on his cheek, " You know I will."
He hugged the boy, shielding him from the world. You never really know how much you care for someone, until they are a mess and they need to be fixed.
Thomas loves Newt, he need Newt. Newt is his rock, his sanity in this fucked up world.
