No, I forgot all of Hadriel. I think...maybe that's just how it works if we vanish from here.

(It still sucked but at the very least he wasn't blaming himself for it.

He exhales slowly, still looking at Peter. He idly slides a hand against the side of Peter's face, feeling the bristle of his beard under his palm. It felt odd. It'd only been a day but it had been weeks for Newt. It felt odd seeing Peter again- really seeing him. Now that Newt wasn't in such a bad spot, he was realizing that now.

And he'd been a wolf too. Newt remembered that all right. His hand slid from Peter's jaw down to rest against the curve of his neck just beneath.)

Are you okay? If what you said is right then you were a wolf pretty recently.