[one more thing happens. the door opens, and peter walks in with two bags full of groceries. he'd only left newt alone for a minute, he fucking swears. well. a few minutes. not nearly enough minutes for there to be a strange boy on his kitchen floor in a puddle of tea.]
Kitten, what the fuc--
[and then he actually looks at newt.]
Newt? Your--you're...
[in a show of abject human empathy, peter steps over thom to go over and ever so gently touch one of the spots on newt's head that had earlier been a livid, open welt and was now whole skin with a smattering of peach-fuzzy hair.]
no subject
Kitten, what the fuc--
[and then he actually looks at newt.]
Newt? Your--you're...
[in a show of abject human empathy, peter steps over thom to go over and ever so gently touch one of the spots on newt's head that had earlier been a livid, open welt and was now whole skin with a smattering of peach-fuzzy hair.]
What the hell is going on here?