(It's funny because this is unknown terrain to Newt. He doesn't talk about his feelings, not even to his friends back home, and he's never really had anyone delegate any sort of....What? Comfort over him like this? He has no clue what he's feeling just then. There's this tightening in his chest that's somehow both pleasant and awful.
There's never been anyone around who bothered to tell him that life was beautiful, that he was beautiful, that this was all worth it.
It fractures some small delicate part of him and his eyes are wet and before long, his face becomes wet with silent tears that stick between his eyelashes.
But he doesn't really look anguished. Actually, his eyes look a little brighter somehow, and he smiles. It's a weak thing, nothing compared to his usual smiles, but it's sincere.
He slides his head out of Peter's hand but only so that he could reach his arms up and wrap himself into Peter, hugging him tight and pressing his face into Peter's neck. There's minor tremors rolling through him but his crying is silent except for the occasional sniffing.
Eventually though, he seems to sink into Peter completely, his body a little limp, almost as if he's fallen asleep. He hasn't, of course.)
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There's never been anyone around who bothered to tell him that life was beautiful, that he was beautiful, that this was all worth it.
It fractures some small delicate part of him and his eyes are wet and before long, his face becomes wet with silent tears that stick between his eyelashes.
But he doesn't really look anguished. Actually, his eyes look a little brighter somehow, and he smiles. It's a weak thing, nothing compared to his usual smiles, but it's sincere.
He slides his head out of Peter's hand but only so that he could reach his arms up and wrap himself into Peter, hugging him tight and pressing his face into Peter's neck. There's minor tremors rolling through him but his crying is silent except for the occasional sniffing.
Eventually though, he seems to sink into Peter completely, his body a little limp, almost as if he's fallen asleep. He hasn't, of course.)
Thank you, Peter.