[ is he going to sound like an absolute lunatic? probably. but newt's kind of thrilled at the lack of a disappointing answer--he was thinking "I have a meeting" or something else, considering the way the guy's dressed. (and oh, he wants to know--what does he do, why does he live here, what's his favorite color, does he like coffee? newt has a thousand questions and not enough time to ask them all.)
but, still, he lets the hand on his arm drift down to cover the top of his hand, instead. alby's got big hands, especially compared to his own, and his small fingers slip into the cracks between his easily, until just his index finger curls around alby's.
he's touching his bloody soulmate. unbelievable. he wants to remember this moment forever, frame it in a kodak picture, but the next stop dings insistently, and newt is sure he's the one after.
yet, he still hasn't really moved, still all up in his space, and he turns that mischievous, half cocked smile down to him. ] Y'wanna go to a wedding?
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but, still, he lets the hand on his arm drift down to cover the top of his hand, instead. alby's got big hands, especially compared to his own, and his small fingers slip into the cracks between his easily, until just his index finger curls around alby's.
he's touching his bloody soulmate. unbelievable. he wants to remember this moment forever, frame it in a kodak picture, but the next stop dings insistently, and newt is sure he's the one after.
yet, he still hasn't really moved, still all up in his space, and he turns that mischievous, half cocked smile down to him. ] Y'wanna go to a wedding?