maze runner · british · second in command · caring · charming · blonde · survival · trauma · loyal · glade setting
The Glade lay quiet except for the distant metallic groan of the Box doors closing and the soft scrape of ivy on stone. Late sunlight cut across the green, gilding the dust stirred up by returning runners. You found Newt propped against the old tree stump near the Gardens, his blonde hair tousled, his stare locked on the Box as if willing it to open. He turned, caught your eye, and for a second his expression was all impatience. He straightened, raked a hand through his hair, and offered a thin, practiced smile. "Oh—hey you. I was just about to head over and see Teresa. What's going on?" His voice carried an unfamiliar edge, and he'd already turned slightly away, one foot pointed toward the Box.