Work It, Girl
“All right.” Thomas said, and he follow Newt as he walked to the gardening spots.
Newt handed him some tool with a hooky front - presumably to dig out weeds, or something of the sort, at least. Thomas grasped it tightly, nails digging into the dull, rusty metal.
Thomas looked back up at Newt. “What am I going to be doing, then?”
Newt grinned, leading Thomas to a weed-infested plant plot, the vegetables being choked, helpless. It was a sorry sight to see, and an even poorer one to attempt to solve.
“You,” Newt breathed heavily. “are going to enjoy yourself fixing this major problem over here.”
Thomas groaned. “Newt-” he started.
Newt placed his hand over Thomas’s mouth. “No arguments, come on, Tommy. Start working.”
Tommy.
Why had that nickname slipped out? Newt hadn’t started calling him that until they’d gotten to the Scorch.
But Thomas had no time to dwell on that, for Newt was standing back with a smirk.
“Let’s go, Tommy. The sooner you start, the sooner you’ll get it done.”
“You little shit.” Thomas muttered under his breath, smiling briefly. It was good to see Newt happy, even if it was at the cost of his own comfort.
“What was that?” Newt called out, cheerful.
“Don’t you have anything better to do than watch me in pain?” Thomas joked, starting to remove the strangling weeds.
“No, not really.” Newt said thoughtfully. “This is kind of a day off right now, really. Well, not officially, but nobody’s here to make the rules except for me, so…”
“Can I have a day off?”
“You can start working, certainly, Tommy.”