Thomas knew that Newt, Alby and you were the last three of the first original ten boys to be brought to the Glade. Thomas was smart, even though he had only spent a short time in the Glade —he was still a greenie after all—, he knew if you three were the last three from the original ten it meant that the other seven had.. died.

Even though he was just a greenie, a cute one at that, Newt and you had started to find him loveable and adorable —even though he was a bit aloof and had a way of always accidentally breaking the rules— and decided to open up your relationship to him. Now you three were a happy poly couple, and Minho didn't waste any opportunity in teasing poor Thomas about it. Thomas knew that, since he had just recently joined the relationship, there were things —habits— that Newt and you had but he still couldn't comprehend, it needed to come with time. But, still, he grew immediately worried when he was doing his daily tasks in the Glade alongside the other gladers but didn't spot a sight of neither your or Newt during the morning, breakfast, lunch and early afternoon.

As soon as he had finished his duties, he rushed to Newt's hut, knowing you'd most likely be there, and walked in to find both of you cuddled up into another. Newt was the big spoon —as usual— and you were tucked in his chest, your head buried in his shoulder as you sniffled softly, Newt didn't look too upbeat either —he looked.. sad—. Newt had his arms around you, one hand rubbing up and down your arm as the other rested on your thigh, his thumb rubbing soft patterns. Newt looked up and saw Thomas, he sighed. "c'mere here, Thomas" he whispered softly, careful not to disturb your fragile mindset. This year, the death aniversary of one of your friends from the original ten had overlapped with your time of the month, leaving you very sensitive.

"what's the matter..? why is she..?" Thomas whispered as he cuddled up next to Newt. "she's just.. sensitive, it'll pass.." Newt replied, voice gentle.