[ well if he wasn't beaming before, he sure as hell is now, and newt easily allows him to move his hand around, squeezing when he gets a comfortable hold. it's a perfect fit, and there's a strange, warm excitement to every movement, like every touch is giving him shucking butterflies. it feels downright surreal, to be totally honest, and the blonde winks at him, leaning in to murmur just enough for him to hear. ]

Maybe later. [ because, well, the tattoos don't lie--it'll happen. and newt could definitely get used to that, seeing this guy every day, talking to him, kissing him (and doing a lot more than that--he is really, really attractive). it all sounds amazing.

he doesn't get time to be embarrassed or anything about what he said--although newt doesn't fluster that often--because the voice calls off his stop on the intercom. newt doesn't let go of his hand, just cocks his head to lead him off of the train with him and onto the platform. standing next to him off of the uneven surface is even more surreal, and he's struck by the not-so-crazy urge to just lean down and kiss him right there.

instead, he smiles at him, and strokes his thumb over his palm. ] We'll have to share food, I guess. Maybe a seat, too, I dunno how tight Brenda planned the whole thing. Hope you're up for it.