[ as long as they can keep up the lie that long, newt thinks to say, but he doesn't, pressing his lips together and worrying at the bottom one for a second instead. it'll be fine. the two of them could pull this off better than anyone in the glade--hell, they'd been "married" up until yesterday, and even when newt woke up in bed beside alby with some of his memories restored, he still couldn't bring himself to say that the whole thing felt wrong. because it was natural, it was comfortable.

he and alby were best friends, above all else. that, that much was an indisputable fact. whatever bonds they'd formed in their time together couldn't be faked by WICKED--could they? newt likes to think not. after all, they couldn't have planned for alby dragging him out of the maze like he did, saving his life when newt, at the time, hadn't wanted to be saved.

his mouth curves up in a little bit of a smile, though, and he nudges alby's shoulder with his own, thumb absently stroking over his palm. ] Guess it's alright, stuck with a shank like you. Could be worse--coulda had me married to Gally.

[ he's doing his best to lighten the mood, a little--newt's no minho, and he may not really be married to alby, but if there's one thing he hates, it's seeing him hurt, upset. ] C'mon, then, got a good front to put on for the kids.