#maze runner fluff

And Roses

| part 2 of Thorns |

pairings: minho x fem!medjack!reader

summary: you and minho suddenly became close, what happens when you confess just how close you feel?

warnings/tags: brief mention of injury, strangers/acquaintances to friends to lovers, bsf!newt, wingman gally, first kiss, use of nickname 'princess', not proofread!

- no use of y/n!

author's note: here's part 2!! highkey no need for it to be 2 parts but whatever :P & once again thank you @gladii0lus for the inspiration :))

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w.c: 1.6k

Was Newt serious? He must've been mental to think you were just going to 'confess' to a guy you've only been friends with for barely a week.

     "You're joking. I'm not doing that!" You spoke after Newt finished his relentless teasing about confessing to Minho.

     "Your call. But he's likely not going to do it."

     Confessing. So cliché.

     Newt could see the expression on your face, the kind that's so subtle majority of the other gladers could never catch it. But Newt knew you, and he knew you well. "Look—there's another bonfire tonight. Maybe something'll happen."

     "...Ominous."

     "Go do your job."

     "You want people to get hurt?"

     The slightly irritated stare Newt gave you was enough to make you turn around. "Alright I'm leaving."

     Night fell upon the Glade once again, the sky nearly clear and you could count the sparkles scattered across. Some dull. Some shiny.

     You were in the kitchen with Frypan and Gally as the other boys were spread out all around the fire—some sitting on logs and talking, others pushing each other around in the dirt. Fry was at the stove, the sound of pork sizzling in a pan filling the air. You were standing side by side with Gally, helping him make his special drink. You were the only one he shared the recipe to.

     You were both working on your own part, Gally preparing the ingredients and you mixing it, when he spoke up.

     "So, you and Minho, huh?"

     You froze. "What?"

     "Don't ya like him?"

     "Where did you hear this?"

     "A little birdie."

     Newt has a big mouth.

"Seriously?"

"Listen, I support. He cares a lot about you."

"And where'd you hear that?"

     "Minho."

     "Minho told you he cares about me?" You asked incredulously, forgetting the work you were doing with the drink and leaning one hand on the counter, looking up at Gally.

     "Well, he told me more than that. But y'know."

     "You and Newt gotta stop leading me on with this type of information."

     "Look, Minho's right outside," Gally continues as he sets two full glasses in front of you. "Go give him a drink and figure it out."

You huff and take the drinks in either of your hands. "Fine. But not because you told me to, because I want to."

"Good luck," he drew out as his eyes followed you out the door.

"Shut up," you replied in the same dull, sing-songy tone.

The air was cool against your skin, but there was a warm feeling that bloomed throughout your body as you grew closer to Minho, who was sitting on the grass against a log.

"Hey," you said, settling down beside him and handing him one of the glasses.

"Hey princess," he casually replied before taking the drink. "Thank you."

     "How's your leg?"

     "Alright, still a little sore but I'm walking easy."

     "Can I take a look?"

     "Be my guest," he said as offered his leg and pulled up the fabric covering his skin to allow you to see.

     "Oh yeah, it's looking good."

     "Of course it does, you're the one that fixed it."

     You couldn't help but chuckle, settling back in the same position as a moment ago. "You're too kind," you replied teasingly.

     "I don't think so. I don't think I'm doing enough, actually.

     "Yeah?"

     "Yeah," his voice softened a noticeable amount, just above a whisper almost. Luckily you were close enough for it to not be drowned out by the endless chatter of other gladers. It also helped you were staring right at each other, the warm lighting making him all the more prettier.

It was quiet between the two of you as you momentarily took sips every few seconds. Yet it was a comfortable type of quiet. "Can I just be straight-up with you?"

     "Go for it," Minho responds, setting his drink on the grass right beside him.

     "I've been told that you care about me."

     He looked a bit confused at the sentence, of course he cared about you, he cared about everyone in the Glade. But obviously he had his favorites. "Of course I do."

     "A lot, Minho."

     He paused, glancing down at his lap before up at the fire straight ahead. "Yeah. So what? You're my friend."

     "Do you think that?"

     "Think that you're my friend?"

"Newt and Gally don't exactly have the quietest mouths."

Minho's eyebrows scrunched down before they were raised and his eyes widened, a slight nod from his head as he took a couple sips of his drink. "I see. Shanks."

"So..."

"So."

Silence. It felt like all the sounds around you were muffled. It was just you and him. Then his voice cut through the quiet.

"Look I-...I don't really know what happened. We've been here together for 3 years and we never talked. Then suddenly I came to you for help and I just—you were everywhere. Even when you weren't actually there. I know it's only been like a week since we technically actually met but-"

"Minho," you interrupted, tilting your head down a bit to look at him directly, cutting him off from his rambling as he trailed off and made eye contact. "You're not the only one."

He looked at you. Puzzled yet hopeful.

"I care about you too. A lot." A teasing smile grew on his face as he looked at you.

"Well I'd hope so, it's your job."

You huffed a soft laugh before muttering a friendly 'jerk'. The laughing quieted between you two and you just looked at each other.

"Y'know Newt said I should get on one knee and confess with a rose."

"Seriously?"

A new voice immediately followed the statement, making both you and Minho jump slightly and turn to where the source was. Newt. "No I didn't, you did. I vaguely agreed with you."

"How long have you been there for?" You asked.

"Long enough. All that and you still haven't technically confessed."

"Well can you leave then?"

Newt simply shrugged and turned away, leaving you be like you thought you were the whole time. Letting out a few surprised chuckles, you turned back to Minho, who was already looking at you.

"I think you're sweet Minho. And funny. And really brave for going into that maze every day."

"...And handsome?"

You shake your head as you look out at the glade straight ahead, a soft smile having grown on your face before once again turning back to Minho, who still hadn't taken his deep brown eyes off you. "Yeah I guess you're pretty cute."

And just like countless times before, a comfortable quietness filled the space between you, his eyes flickering all over your face—your eyes, the slight natural highlight on your nose, your lips, the pale blush that lived on your cheeks. "Can I kiss you?" He said without thinking—well actually he thought a lot about it. It's all he thinks about. But maybe not in the form of a question and more of an action.

He took your nod of confirmation as a green light, leaning over and pressing his lips against yours, one hand finding the back of your head in a tender hold, his other on the side of your neck, his fingers ghosting over your skin. On the other side, your own hand found his wrist near your neck, holding onto the smoothness of it despite the conditions he lives in.

The kiss felt longer than it was, and when you pulled apart, just barely, gentle smiles tugged at your lips. Everything around you both was drowned out.

Until a sudden burst of cheers, whistles, and clapping shattered it. You both turned your heads to face the commotion, though your hands never left their positions. Pretty much every glader was staring in your direction, wide grins plastered on each and every one of them. Some of them held their glasses of Gally's special in the air before taking a few sips, and your eyes scanned the group for information. Landing on Newt, he called out over the loud cheering, "Everyone was waiting! It was getting annoying, really. Congrats."

As quickly as it began, the crowd died down and went back to their casual banter with the ones near them. It was just you and Minho again. Your hands barely shifted from where they sat, only his having moved from the back of your head to the nape of your neck, and his other thumb rested just above your jawline.

He never looked away from you, even when you were looking away from him. The fire placed a movie-like sparkle in his eyes like you were the cause for it.

The pink tint on your face only deepened when you focused back on him. "Hi."

"Hey."

"...Can you kiss me again?"

Answering with a charming smile, he leaned forward once more, finding your lips again. It was a quick one and you only pulled apart a mere couple inches for barely a second before he pressed his lips against yours, deeply and full of something unnameable, you could taste Gally's drink he had minutes ago. The kiss lasted shorter than you wanted to, being cut off by a whistle and a joking 'get a room', causing you both to smile against the other. He pressed one last peck against your temple as you laid your head on his shoulder, letting out a heavy sigh.

Minho's arm dropped from the back of your neck to drape around your shoulders, his other landing back on his own lap, picking up his drink sat next to him.

He still didn't know how this all happened so suddenly. But maybe the fairytales weren't too far off with the whole love-at-first-sight thing.

Second, I have an idea for a fanfic, would you like to write a female! x reader for the maze runner with Newt? . In which the reader is a Med Jack and one night during the bonfire Newt enters in the fight circle and gets hurt. And as the reader is the only one who is sober enought to take care of him, she takes him to the Med Jack hunt. But Newt drunk to much and confess his feelings for the reader, without realizing.

Sorry if is too long or specific, I would understand if you don't have time to do it

Anyway your blog is fantastic so keep going ❤❤❤

second chances

pairing: newt (maze runner) x fem!med-jack!reader

summary: newt injures himself in the fight circle, leading to drunken confessions about his favourite med-jack

warnings: brief mentions of insecurity and allusions to previous attempts at self-harm

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 980 words

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You are well and truly surrounded by idiots. You figured that your explicit medical instructions would have been taken seriously given your status as one of the only med-jacks in the Glade, and the fact that it didn’t take a genius to realise that any physical activity on a broken leg was a dumb idea. Yet here you were, watching one of the most sensible Gladers drunkenly step himself into the fight circle. It seemed that Gally’s special drink had disarmed Newt’s senses, he even winked at you as he wobbled towards his opponent. You rolled your eyes.

You had to admit you were conflicted. On one hand, it was clumsy and stupid for Newt to be risking the leg that you had spent months monitoring as he healed from his…injury. But on the other hand, you knew what misery those months had been for him, and knew that he needed these nights of bliss, bonding with the other Gladers and feeling like the teenage boy he was. Recklessness was a typical theme in the Glade after all.

The two of you had bonded significantly over those months, sharing much more than time as you both adjusted to life in the Glade. A second life for Newt. This developing closeness hadn’t gone unnoticed by the other Gladers. Minho in particular found joy in teasing the both of you daily, constantly whispering to Newt and giggling. You found it adorably annoying, which summed Minho up perfectly.

As if you had summoned him with your thoughts, Minho’s drunken rambling reached your ears across the Fight Circle crowd. “Hey, y/n, don’t miss your loooover boy in the ring! He can’t impress you if you’re not even watchingggg.”

Your scoff drowned out in the sea of oohs and aahs and kissy noises. These boys were unbelievably annoying at times, but you couldn’t help but laugh. They meant well, and if some high school love drama was their cup of tea, then so be it. You liked making people happy. Your state of reverie is so strong that it takes you a moment to realise that the teasing noises have morphed into gasps and groans. You can’t see anything between the distance you’re seated from the Circle and the group of boys now crowded around it. Minho’s voice, moments ago light and breezy from the other side of the Fight Circle, is suddenly sobered and panicked as he breaks through the crowd and runs to you in lightning speed. “y/n, help! It’s Newt!”

Before you could process what was happening, you found yourself kneeling over Newt’s body. As his eyes looked up and met yours with a sheepish grin, you let out a frustrated breath. “Y/n, it’s you! So great to see you, you know I-“

His quip died is his mouth, replaced by a sudden wince that brought you back down to Earth and to the injury you hadn’t yet assessed. “What have you managed to do to yourself this time, dear one?”

He sighed. “Worth a shot. I think I sprained my wrist when I fell.”

You nodded, calming down as you realised that Minho’s drunkenness added to his exaggerated panic. Helping Newt up carefully, you begun to escort him to the med-jack hut, eager to get him away from the teasing jeers and whoops that faded into the distance as the two of you followed the well-trodden path.

…

As you tenderly bent his wrist backwards and forwards to check his level of pain, you shook your head fondly at each goofy drunk noise he made in response. What a silly loveable idiot.

You paused. He looked up at you with those sweet innocent eyes. “What were you thinking, Newt? Why would you do something so reckless so soon after your…while you’re still recovering?”

His eyebrows furrowed like an eight-year-old being told off. “Because Minho told me that if I want y/n to know how much I care about her then I need to start showing her, and I thought she’d think I was…I don’t know, cool, if I won the fight. She probably thinks I’m pathetic because I’m always limping about and…she helped me so much when I hurt myself and I don’t want her to think I’m weak. I really love her and I want her to know how much she means to me.”

You were surprised he didn’t flinch as your heart shattered. How could this beautiful person ever for a moment think he was weak? Let alone in your eyes. You were about to respond when his eyes widened, “Promise you won’t tell y/n!”

Chuckling at how adorable he was, confessing his feelings about you to you without realising, you grabbed his uninjured hand and caressed it softly. “I promise I won’t tell her, Newt. But I want to tell you a secret in return.”

He leaned forward eagerly, “Yeah?”

You smiled, leaning closely against his ear and whispering, “y/n really likes you too. You should definitely tell her how you feel. I guarantee she feels the same.”

A big toothy grin appeared on his face, and his eyes twinkled. “R-really?”

When you nodded, he muttered resolutely that he would ask y/n out tomorrow.

…

The next morning, Newt bashfully approached you as you ate your breakfast, pulling up a chair with his uninjured arm. “So…I noticed the makeshift cast on my wrist and I can’t help but ask…. how bad was I last night?”

“You confessed to me that you have feelings for me, and made me promise not to tell myself.” You chuckled, amused by his progressive eye-widening as you answered his question. “You know, I had no idea that Gally’s special drink could make you forget that I’ve been your girlfriend for three months but hey, here we are.”

Head in his hands, Newt slowly looked up at you. “I’m gonna be making this one up to you for months, aren’t I, darling?”

Smiling fondly at your precious boyfriend, you tenderly put a hand on his cheek. “Oh, absolutely”. He softened, matched your loving smile as you pulled him in for a gentle kiss.

a/n: hello beautiful nela (@nelabelievesindragons), thank you so much for your kind words. you always know just want to say to encourage me! I hope you’ll forgive the delay in writing this for you. this was an absolute pleasure to write - I loved the prompt (you always send lovely ideas) and the twist popping into my head was so satisfying.

it's so lovely knowing this was your first ask before we were friends, I hope that I did it justice. I remember being so excited to get a newt request (I adore him). hopefully this eases the pain of reading the death cure! 🤍

I was wondering if I request for a scenario with poly!newtmas x crybaby!reader who cries over the smallest things and they like to tease her over it. Which only leads to her crying even more so they have to comfort her

aww thank you so much, bunny!!! sending my love <3

tommy's arms are a cage around her skull as she nuzzles her nose into the crevice of his armpit, the day's perspiration heavy and poignant in its assault against her nostrils. he breaths heavily, still catching his breath as he splotches a wet kiss against the crown of her scalp, releasing her. "alright, baby. gotta get to the map room. go find newt."

Warnings: none, just pure fluff (Newt survived and made it to the safe haven #jamesdashnercountyourdays)

Author note: Most of what I write is to put my ideas down into words, i just don't have the creative capacity to write my own book, so I have to use characters invented by somebody else. If anyone sees this, you're more than welcome to request, I'll try my best.

Summary: You realise why the lack of stars in the glade was so significant to you, and why, even if you had no recollection of the fact, you always compared them to him <3

The day you came up in the box was one of the most terrifying things you had ever experienced. Actually, it was the only terrifying thing you remembered experiencing, but that's not the point. When the doors opened, you did what any scared little girl would do, and you searched for the loving salvation of a womans gaze but found nothing. Only the curious stares of boys.

You can't remember why that was so terrifying, feeling so different and so confused, not knowing a single thing about yourself. Maybe it's because those terrifying boys are now the only things in the world you would actually kill yourself to protect, but you would never dream of being scared of any one of them. Especially him.

You don't know what it was about him, but as soon as your eyes met, you felt safe. They were brown, but not the boring kind, the deep kind of brown that makes you feel warm and loved, the kind of eyes you can stare at for hours.

He jumped down into the box with you, but you didn't flinch. Even though you had no idea who the boy was, a part of you know that he was nothing to be afraid of. And when he spoke, it gave you a crippling sense of familiarity, as if you'd heard his voice a million times over but had no recollection of ever hearing it.

"It's okay, we're not going to hurt you." He spoke, and his voice drilled into your brain, as if you new it like you knew your own heart but a curtain had been draped over the memories, locking them away.

"I know." You whispered, looking into his eyes, refusing to tear your focus away from the only shred of familiarity you can't seem to remember.

That night you looked up into the sky, but saw nothing but a navy abyss. The stars were missing. For some reason you couldn't quite remember, this was your breaking point. All the stress and fear of the day bubbled up and you cried yourself silently to sleep.

That seems like decades ago, the glade. You'd been through so much since then. And throughout all of it your friends had been by your side. Minho was like a brother to you, caring and loving yet so humbling, always finding a way to show you up. And Thomas had become a symbol of hope, leading you through thick and thin and always finding a way to keep you safe.

Newt was different, the way you loved him was lightyears away from the way you loved your other boys.

You'd been in the safe haven for two weeks. Two weeks since W.C.K.D fell, since the foundations of the last city crumbled into ash. Two weeks since you'd lost your sister. It was unreal to think that you and Teresa had a whole history of loving each other before your memories had been stolen from you. A history that she dies knowing, like a secret only she was allowed to know.

There was a spot you could go to, when it all felt a bit to much. A small cliff, only twenty of so feet from the surface of the ocean, looking out into the sea. It was where you went to think.

Instead of looking out into the ocean, you looked up into the sky. Since leaving the glade, not once had you thought to check on the stars.

When you looked up at the stars, the only person you could think of was him; the way his smile made your stomach fizz like popping candy, the way his laugh could make any of your moods ten times lighter, the way his touch made you feel like nothing else in the world could touch you, the way his words drown everyone else out into white noise. But mostly you think about the way he looks at you. The way little specks of gold swim in the abyss of his eyes, shining back you. The way he looks at you as if your the only person he'll ever care to look at again.

As if you hung the stars in the sky.

"There was a time before the maze where you could tell me the name of every single constellation in the sky."

The accented voice snapped you from your day dreams, making you jump slightly. He sat down next to you, his shoulder pressed firmly against yours, as if not touching you would mean you'd slip away.

"When I woke up on the berg, my head hurt so bad I couldn't even think of my own name. I panicked at first, thinking those bloody shanks had dumped me into another one of there tests, that my whole life after the maze had been a dream,"

You kept your eyes on him, not daring to look away. He was staring at the stars, as if they were the only thing holding him together.

"Everything was so loud, I left like my brain was working as a millions miles an hour. Probably still bugged from the infection, I guess. But then you were there." He said, turning his head to look directly into your eyes.

"You leaned over me and told me everything was going to be alright, and suddenly I remember every single thing W.C.K.D had ever ripped from me. My only theory is that the infection worked like a reset button, bringing everything back."

He looked back towards the stars, and it was like he blended into them. As if he was meant to be up there, shining on everyone instead of living in this hell of an earth.

"I remember loving you, and I remember how hard you fought them when they took me away."

Your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes still piercing into the side of his head.

"It doesn't surprise me, that even after my memories were taken away, I still found a way to fall in love with you. I don't think there's a single version of me out there that doesn't fall in love with you." He's looking at you now, but he's not scared, as if he knows something you don't.

He brought his hand up to your face, brushing you cheek and pushing his fingers through your hair, resting his hand on the back of your head. He tried to pull you in, but he didn't need to, you were already there.

Your hands where on either side of his face, holding him as if he's break. And the kiss was so gentle, so delicate it was almost as if you were both made of glass. He pulled you in deeper, stealing your breath away. When he pulled away, he placed his forehead onto yours, as if desperately trying to share the memories he longed for you to remember.

"I love you." You say.

Teasing and fun and blushy Gally you ask for, then teasing and fun and blushy Gally you shall receive. 

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Gally x fem!Reader

The Maze Runner (2009 novel - James Dashner, 2014 film - Wes Ball)

Word count: 2474 (woah!)

Summary: literally what acupnoodle asked for. You fall asleep on Gally, he carries to bed and stays at your behest. Confessions are made. 

Content: fluff (so much fluff), teenagers being teenagers, Gally is a sweetheart, friends to lovers ig.

Notes: ok I know it’s not that great but omg I had so much fun writing this. One request down, five to go!

You were exhausted. In fact, exhausted was an understatement. You were tired to the bone and you had no idea why. It wasn’t like you’d done anything out of the ordinary, “the ordinary” wasn’t even that strenuous. Sure, hammering in garden stakes might leave you with sore arms and blistered hands, and pulling weeds was hard on your back, but the gardens were easy. Not like being a builder. Not like him. 

Summary: reader is cold in the scorch an thomas comforts her

Minho: " Hey feel free to touch my biceps, their really strong. " *Minho flexes Biceps*

Headcanons

- Minho would act cool but still be very flirtatious.

- It doesn't matter where you are or who you are with.

- Some Gladers say he's all over you or he's being a try hard.

- Don't be surprised if Minho take his shirt off whilst in your presents.

- He wont force you into anything but he will defiantly try to tempt you too.

- Minho would also stand quite close to you. His chin would either rest on your head or your shoulder.

- At the Camp fire Minho might try to some how convince you to come sit on his lap cause its "warm".

- Minho would do cute little things like pat your head, play with the ends of your hair or cut your check.

- Minho would also tease you a hell of a lot. He knows it get's him the attention he wants.

- Minho might also try and bribe you into something with kisses, cuddles and his hotness.

He would cuddle up to you like this😍🥰

- You and Minho always have good fun together no matter what.

- He will always be there to pick you up if you fall, he just wants you to be happy and he hopes it's with him.

- Minho would gradually gain the confidence to touch and play with you hands.

- When Minho holds your hands in his. He can feel how small and soft they are.

- He always thought of you as his baby flower.

Newt: "You just keep smiling beautiful cause thats all I need."

- Newt would never force anything on you unless you sexually tempt him of course.

- You and newt would do this cute thing where you would blow kisses to each other.

- Its cute seeing Newts reaction he's got cute pink rosy checks.

- Newt would also make an effort to make sure that your never uncomfortable.

- He will tell other gladers to back off. And ask you if your ok.

- Your safety is his number 1 priority.

- Newt would pick flowers for you.

- He would either stuck it behind your ear, make it into a flower crown or present them to you with a kiss to seal the deal.

These are the sunflowers in the glade that remind Newt of you ❤️

- Newt would always kiss your head/for head and sniff your hair.

- He hugs up to you nice and close on those cold nights.

- Newt would also brush and braid your hair, commenting whilst telling you all the things he loves about you.

- Newt lifts up his hoodie and lets you curl up underneath. On his bare chest. It makes he feel wanted and you feel safe.

- When it comes to other guys Newt usually gets flustered, he tries not to but he can't help it.

- It just comes with the job of being in second command.

- Newt would support you regardless of who you choose.

- Newt wants you to be happy even if its not with him.

- He knows that there are some things in life you just can't have.

Thomas: "You know I can give you the world"

- Thomas plays hard.

- Thomas as we all know is a very determined person and if wants something he will not give up easily.

- Thomas isn't afraid of competition.

- Thomas would give you anything and everything you could ever want.

- Perks of being basically the chosen one.

- Thomas would tell you about all the beautiful place he remembers and offer to take you to all them.

- Thomas would tell you about the long horse rides on the beach, where the sand and the sky a line perfectly. And the vibrant sunset that would highlight all your eyes and give you a heavenly glow.

This is the beach you would ride along together 🥰😍

- The mountains where the snow shines like diamonds, the soft snowflakes and the snowmen you could make.

The snow you would visit in spring ☃️❄️

- He would tell you about the northern lights that would dance in the sky. Saying "That just like you and me..up there."

The beauty of the moment you would share ❤️💚❤️

- He imagine's sitting in a field looking up at the sky and asking you about your dreams.

- Thomas would give you piggy back rides or pick you up in his arms and carry you home.

- Thomas would risk it all for you, cause your worth it.

- He not afraid because he has faith in you, he believes in you.

- Thomas wants to create these memories with you, he never head the chance to do the same with Newt, Chuck or Teresa.

- Thomas can see his future in your eyes.

Gally: "I just want you to be safe and the only place thats safe is in my arms."

- Gally wouldn't trust anyone being alone with you for a second.

- Gally would always put a protective arm around your shoulder.

- He would also put you into his chest when ever you upset.

- Gally will stay for as long as it take till your tears dry and you smiling once more.

- You very thankful for Gally, the boys leave you alone and you've never had any problems.

- Gally would always have you sleep next to him. Wether you like it or not.

- He would never force anything on you but he's got eyes on you 24/7. Day and night he's watching.

- He would have a got at anyone and anything that threatens you.

- You would always wear his shirts, his hoodies and anything else you can get your hands on.

- Gally expect to have at least 1 cuddle a day, if not he becomes very feisty.

- Something you always loved about him.

- Gally would carry you on his shoulders.

- He loves when you give him jump hugs right into his arms.

The hugs you share ❤️

- He would always dance with you at the bomb fire, watching your hair fly as you spin around and around.

- Time always slowed down when he was with you.

- For the first time Gally could actually be himself.