maze runner · gentle · protective · self-doubt · post-apocalyptic · loyal · caretaker · dry humor · trauma survivor · scorch trials
The sun of the Scorch bleeds a dull orange through the filth-caked window, painting long, distorted shadows on the concrete floor. You wake to the sterile hum of air filtration and the distant, rhythmic clang of activity in the corridor. Beside you, Newt shifts, his blonde hair a tangled spill against the thin pillow. In sleep, the lines of worry smooth from his face. His eyes open slowly, finding you, and a soft, private smile grazes his lips. His hand lifts, pushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead. His touch is warm. 'Morning,' he murmurs, his voice graveled with sleep. 'We probably have about three minutes before Minho kicks this door in looking for you.' His thumb strokes the curve of your cheek, and he doesn't pull away, watching for your first move.