okay but have we thought about pre relationship newtmas where thomas is weirdly possessivy jealous about the strangest things with newt and he's oblivious as to why he's like that. like that he always wants to be the one sitting or standing on newt's right side, always wants newt's attention in some way, always wants to be the one who makes newt laugh, hates that he doesn't have any inside jokes with newt even tho he'd only known him for a week at that point, loves that newt has a nickname for him and refuses to answer if anyone else even tries to call him tommy. he's always within reach of newt, an instinct that feels like one he was born with, kept in the same place he keeps his survival instinct. the fact that newt will look to him when something happens, that he doesn't do that with anyone else, that they have these little moments between them, this pulse of energy that exists as a living breathing thing. thomas can't figure out why and he's got no time to but he keeps all of these little things he has with newt, that he feels for him, locked in his chest, secret, his and no one else, and there's a sort of misplaced joy in that, that newt and minho might be best friends, that newt and alby might be like brothers, that newt has a thousand connections with everyone in the glade, keeping them all together, but none of them have what him and newt have, that pulse, an energy that isn't keeping thomas together but ripping him wide open
