[As soon as Newt begins to cry once more, Theseus tightens his hold, partially to comfort him and partially to reassure himself that Newt is actually here, alive and breathing. Of course he certainly knows that, but the extra assurance is nice, and wholly necessary right now. They both need it.
For once, he continues to stay silent, not quite sure what to really say. It feels like he should say something, but he's unable to. Maybe because Theseus isn't quite sure if he'll be able to keep the waver from appearing in his voice if he spoke. Although, given the fact that his form is shaking slightly against Newt, it's not like he has much to hide either. Because nothing is fine, dying isn't some trivial matter that can be brushed over. Newt not only felt all of that, but he has to relive it as long as he remains here.
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He'll stay here as long as Newt needs him. Least he has the time for that-- and honestly, he should always make time to support his brother. Theseus knows it's not wholly his fault for not being here sooner, but he's still going to do his damn hardest to make up for it.]
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For once, he continues to stay silent, not quite sure what to really say. It feels like he should say something, but he's unable to. Maybe because Theseus isn't quite sure if he'll be able to keep the waver from appearing in his voice if he spoke. Although, given the fact that his form is shaking slightly against Newt, it's not like he has much to hide either. Because nothing is fine, dying isn't some trivial matter that can be brushed over. Newt not only felt all of that, but he has to relive it as long as he remains here.
...
He'll stay here as long as Newt needs him. Least he has the time for that-- and honestly, he should always make time to support his brother. Theseus knows it's not wholly his fault for not being here sooner, but he's still going to do his damn hardest to make up for it.]