[It feels like an eternity. The silence between them. It probably isn't as long as it feels, but he isn't sure how the other will react. It isn't quite like Leta he feels. It's different when you can talk to the person who died because they're, well, not dead anymore.
And then Theseus is hugging him. He startles a bit. Stiffens up. Not exactly out of discomfort (although there's a half second of panic or anxiety), but just out of surprise. He finds he had been rather limiting in his physical contact with anyone. Been rather avoidant of people to some degree.
He already had cried on the other. He knows the other is upset. He can feel it with how Theseus held himself. And he wants to comfort the other somehow, but he realizes he's shaking. A quiet sob turns into more and Newt finds himself crying again. He had tried so hard to keep himself busy and not to really think about dying and the scars it left that it all was coming back like a flood against the weak dam he had tried to build to hold it all in. He digs his hand into the back of Theseus' shirt; the other arm tucked between their bodies.
It really wasn't alright, was it? Dying. It was awful. Everything about it was awful.
Newt sobs some more as he buries his face against the other's shoulder. He doesn't mean to breakdown a second time so quickly. It's okay. They can just cry together, right?]
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And then Theseus is hugging him. He startles a bit. Stiffens up. Not exactly out of discomfort (although there's a half second of panic or anxiety), but just out of surprise. He finds he had been rather limiting in his physical contact with anyone. Been rather avoidant of people to some degree.
He already had cried on the other. He knows the other is upset. He can feel it with how Theseus held himself. And he wants to comfort the other somehow, but he realizes he's shaking. A quiet sob turns into more and Newt finds himself crying again. He had tried so hard to keep himself busy and not to really think about dying and the scars it left that it all was coming back like a flood against the weak dam he had tried to build to hold it all in. He digs his hand into the back of Theseus' shirt; the other arm tucked between their bodies.
It really wasn't alright, was it? Dying. It was awful. Everything about it was awful.
Newt sobs some more as he buries his face against the other's shoulder. He doesn't mean to breakdown a second time so quickly. It's okay. They can just cry together, right?]