(Newt is extremely used to explaining agonizing things to people. Even before coming to Hadriel. Had to greet all sorts of greenies into the Maze all of the time and had to deal with a whole wide range of shock. Puking, passing out, sobbing, kind of anything and everything in between. He's patient on his best days and while Thom had found him on one of his worst days ever...Newt's already soft on the kid and so his patience has thus been aptly restored.
He's watching Thom carefully- just in case he does pass out.)
Yeah, that sort of thing. Or different timelines from similar worlds or different galaxies or- it really...depends. For example, there's a little girl here whose practically become my sister- well she's from a world that doesn't even have electricity or anything of the sort. Then my roomie is from a world where magic is extremely common. And I'm from a world that's practically dead. So- it's...strange. It's all sorts of worlds. Timelines. Alternate realities. Choose your poison, I suppose. Whatever makes the most sense. One thing's for certain- none of us are from this world.
(He stands up to go fetch the tea from the kettle, letting Thom have his little break down on the table there. He goes about making his tea very quietly. Stirring in some honey and then he's pulling out one of the wrapped sandwiches from the fridge.
He sets the mug and sandwich down in front of Thom and gently rests a hand just against Thom's shoulder.)
It's okay, mate. Not a whole lot of people here are all that cut out for this. But hey.
(He squeezes Thom's shoulder and goes to sit down across from him.)
You're not actually on your own. There's a lot of good people here. And, you know, if you want, this house has four huge rooms. You're more than welcome to stay. I certainly like you. Peter's relaxed about everything so he wouldn't care. That's two people right there.
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He's watching Thom carefully- just in case he does pass out.)
Yeah, that sort of thing. Or different timelines from similar worlds or different galaxies or- it really...depends. For example, there's a little girl here whose practically become my sister- well she's from a world that doesn't even have electricity or anything of the sort. Then my roomie is from a world where magic is extremely common. And I'm from a world that's practically dead. So- it's...strange. It's all sorts of worlds. Timelines. Alternate realities. Choose your poison, I suppose. Whatever makes the most sense. One thing's for certain- none of us are from this world.
(He stands up to go fetch the tea from the kettle, letting Thom have his little break down on the table there. He goes about making his tea very quietly. Stirring in some honey and then he's pulling out one of the wrapped sandwiches from the fridge.
He sets the mug and sandwich down in front of Thom and gently rests a hand just against Thom's shoulder.)
It's okay, mate. Not a whole lot of people here are all that cut out for this. But hey.
(He squeezes Thom's shoulder and goes to sit down across from him.)
You're not actually on your own. There's a lot of good people here. And, you know, if you want, this house has four huge rooms. You're more than welcome to stay. I certainly like you. Peter's relaxed about everything so he wouldn't care. That's two people right there.