The new greenie was not adjusting well, it seemed.

He’d has been in the glade for about a day now, and he hasn’t gotten a single minute of rest or an hour free of worries, and it showed. Newt noticed that fidgeting, looking around nervously, and questioning everything isn’t exactly something a well-adjusted person would be doing in a new situation. It didn’t help that Gally and him didn’t really get along. Even worse when he got in that fight. Of course, the good that came out of it was the guy remembered his name. Thomas. His name was Thomas.

Newt liked that name.

He remembered talking to him earlier, at the bonfire. He was quiet. Reserved. It wasn’t until Newt had started talking to him did he start up with the questions.

He tried to answer to the best of his ability, and he realized how well he got along with him. Not bad for a first day.

So imagine his surprise when he saw Thomas sitting out alone in the middle of the glade when Newt had been walking around as well. It was mostly to clear his mind of things he rather wouldn’t talk about.

He took a seat next to him as he did earlier, giving him a small grin. “Hey Greenie,” He paused for a moment. “Sorry. Tommy. What’s got you here so late? Bonfire ended an hour ago.”

Thomas shrugged, still quiet. His chattiness had obviously went away after the bonfire, and Newt swore he heard a small sniffle. He knew that feeling all too well.

“Hey, Tommy. You’ll be okay, I promise.”