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He's been Alex's pillow before, and he's okay with it. Sleeping on top of him is the only way they can both fit in one hammock without topp-ling it over, and he doesn't like sleeping in the Homestead--too confining. Tonight, he just smiles and leans up to press a kiss to Alex's temple before lying back and drifting off himself.
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callum rested his head in the crook of newt’s head, arms lightly curling around the others waist as he nodded.
❝ they’ll be back soon. i’m sure. ❞
He wound his hands into Callum's shirt. He could feel the Flare spreading, the whole world itching against his skin. He'd never been more glad that their link only extended so far; he couldn't have handled it if Callum was on the same knife edge he was.
"Talk to me. Distract me. Please."
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❝ yes, newt. that’s exactly what i’m doing. ❞
there’s no hint of sarcasm in his voice ; he’s being one hundred percent serious.
He can't help it. He grins and takes a step closer, arms folding across his chest.
"Yeah? And what happens if I say no? Going to tie me down until I eat? Last guy who tried that gave up after three days. Or maybe a nutrient IV? Because I personally have no problem with needles. Oooh, or maybe this time will be the feeding tube, that's always fun. Callum."
He stopped, taking on the tone of a teacher with a stubborn student. "There's nothing you can do that hasn't already been done, and at the end of the day I'll do exactly what I do now, which is eat like a bloody bird."
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❝ newt, just stop. i’m not forcing you to be anything. you need to calm down ; you don’t have to be a leader here. i promise. ❞
"I can't. Callum, I can't." He twists his fingers into his hair, yanking on it, pressing his forehead to his knees. The problem isn't so much Callum, but he can't wrap his brain around the words for what it is. "I can't do this, just kill me."
✞ ( paradise yeS )
"No."
The words fall from numb lips. The world is crashing around him, spiraling in, sandpaper against his skin, everything too close and much too far away. The Flare-bred rage climbs and before he even realizes what he's doing he hurls himself at the man, tackling him to the ground, hissing and screaming, he bites the man's arm before anyone's realized what's happening, he kicks and scratches and there are arms around his waist and his arms and he's being dragged back but it's not true, Callum can't be dead--
"NO!" He's screaming now, a roar tearing from his vocal cords, it's not true, he's still there, Newt would know, he'd know if Callum was dead, just like he'd known in the Scorch when he'd tried, it's not true it's not true it's not true
He feels the arm around his neck and he scratches at it, trying to escape, but he can't get through the gear the old Palace guard is wearing and one, two, three seconds later he falls into blackness, still holding onto that thought--it's not true--it can't be true, when he wakes up Callum will be there, he'll be there, he can't be dead.
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❝ we belong to each other. there’s nothing we can do about that. not that i really mind, y’know. ❞
"Yeah." He purses his lips, thinking, and then drags Callum into a kiss. That's one way of saying all's forgiven, right?
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❝ you’re not going to die, newt. you can’t leave me. not again. please. ❞
"Weren't you listening?" His voice comes out flat, which is better than shaking. "I'm not immune. I've got the Flare, I'm a Crank, I'm going to die. So you have to accept that and move on."
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he’ll shrug his shoulders, looking down at his hand. there was a scar that was in the middle of his palm. newt must have cut himself a few weeks a go or something, because he didn’t do this.
❝ i don’t remember, actually. just woke up and it was there. it’s weird. ❞
He scowled, yanking Callum's hand closer to himself. He was still angry, but this was new and he didn't like their connection doing new things, it was unnerving. He flipped over his own hand, showing a matching scar to Callum's.
"Took a while for us to realize we could make requests, so we didn't have gloves for the Track-Hoes at first. I ripped my hand open on a thorny weed I was trying to get out. And you're telling me this just showed up overnight?"
