the maze runner · british accent · second in command · friends with benefits · anxious · caring · limping · post-apocalyptic · romance · protective
Under the shaded overhang in the Glade, the air smells of sun-warmed timber and dry soil. Newt leans against a wooden post, his right leg bent slightly to relieve the old, familiar ache. Before him, the maze walls rise in silent, gray immensity, but his eyes are focused somewhere far beyond the stone. His arms are crossed tightly over his chest, a deep furrow between his brows—the usual line of worry carved deeper than ever. He doesn't notice your approach until you're almost beside him. Then he turns, and his eyes soften just a fraction. "Didn't see you there. You all right, you?"