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Ah. Er, hello? Oh, uhm. This is rather weird...right! T-This is Newt Scamander. Well, actually, this is a pre recorded message for Newt Scamander. I'm quite busy, so I may have missed you. Do please leave a message and I'll get back to you. Apologies.

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[One of Jean-Paul's brows arches delicately.]

I told you, I was worried. Chrisse, you look awful. Here, let me carry your shit.

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I told you I was fine.

[Which is far less convincing in person when you don't look alright.

He chews at his bottom lip and keeps his eyes downcast. His grip tightens on the paper bag a smidge.] I can carry it on my own. You didn't have to come all the way out here just to check on me. [He's acutely aware that getting here took very little time for the other though.]

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Newt,the last I heard of you, your brother said you were missing. Of course I wanted to check on you.

Come on, I swear this isn't a ploy to get into your house.

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[He can't even really be mad at Theseus for publicly asking for his whereabouts.

He sighs after a moment.] I'm sorry, but I can't help but be at a loss. I just fail to understand why you're so concerned when the last time we spoke to each other, you had been very blunt that you considered me to be a waste of your time. [He shuffles from foot to foot nervously.]

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[Jean-Paul raises both eyebrows this time.] Don't be ridiculous, Newt. I didn't even turn you down, exactly, but things are a touch complicated and that warrants conversation

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[Newt stares at the other blankly for a moment before he furrows his brows. Turn him down?]

Ridiculous? You berated and insulted me before telling me I was a waste of time? I haven't a blood clue what you're talking about with this turning me down business.

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You were hitting on me.

...oh, Chrisse. The doppelgangers.

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[Newt opens his mouth but closes it again without saying anything. Decidedly, he really doesn't want to continue this conversation on his doorstep.]

Come on. Let's go inside. [At least they can sit and talk versus having this publicly on display. He moves to get his front door unlocked and let the other inside.] I'd like to try and get on the same page.

What exactly did I say to you? [Or his doppelganger. Or whatever.]

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[Jean-Paul nods as he passes into Newt's house.]

You said some blue bug or somet'ing reminded you of my eyes.

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[He shuts the door behind him and moves to deposit the bags of supplies on the table. He automatically moves to get a pot on the stove. Just basic hospitality. It would be rude of him not to offer drinks to guests.] You can sit where you like.

[The place is in a little more disarray than usual. Papers stacked on the table and Newt's bed unmade that sits in the corner.

He pauses a bit before-] Billywig. Yes, well. They weren't wrong, I suppose.

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Merci. [He sits at the table, looking around curiously.] I asked if you were hitting on me and you said yes, in an endearingly awkward way. It was quite a surprise.

I take it my double was somehow an even bigger asshole than I am.

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[All the paper scattered about is either notes about Deerington and what looks to be old notes about miscellaneous magical creatures. They're not separated as per Newt's leaning towards chaos.]

I- [He clears his throat.] I can't really say I'm the type who's forward enough to hit on another. [He's not going to talk specifically about hitting on Jean-Paul. He thinks about the risque story written about them and immediately tries to think of something else.]

I really should have known it wasn't you. I'm sorry. [He doesn't want to repeat what had been said. Perhaps he's being sensitive about it, but it wasn't a good feeling to be told those things by someone pretending to be someone he considered close.]

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Non, you're not, which is why it caught me by surprise. Even your doppelganger has no game.

[He watches Newt closely. He really does look awful.] Don't apologise. Half the town was fooled by these bastards.

Newt. I don't know what he said, but I don't think you're a waste of my time.

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I feel like I should be terribly insulted by that statement.

[Not that it seems to bother him much either way. He does fuss with his Fluid before holding it out to the other to see.] I should have known better. It just got under my skin. What was said.

I imagine if you actually thought that, you wouldn't be here in the first place.

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[Jean-Paul reads the messages and his expression changes from one of chilly interest to one of rage.]

Tabarnak. Newt. [He gently touches the other's wrist.] I do not think that. I do not make friends easily or often, and I value you very much.

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[Newt just tucks the device back into his pocket and laughs a little nervously. He goes to busying himself with making tea. Does Jean-Paul even drink tea? Oops.]

I understand. I was a bit snippy with you though, wasn't I?

[He flinches a little before going still when the other touches him.] I'm glad. Really. It was really disheartening. You're important to me.

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[He lets go to wave his hand dismissively.] You weren't that snippy, considering the circumstances.

Now tell me where you've been..

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[Newt places a mug in front of the other before warming his hands with his own.]

I was indisposed. [Which is really a vague way of saying he was dead.]

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[He studies Newt again with disturbing intensity.]

Oh, Newt. Did it happen again?

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[His mouth quirks in a sad smile as he stares into the contents of his mug.[

I couldn't- I couldn't let someone else die in my place.

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[Jean-Paul stands and walks around the table to hug him at an awkward angle.]

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[He can't help the soft laugh when the other hugs him. Newt leans into it though; appreciating the warmth and comfort from the other.]

It's not as bad as the first time. I was a little more prepared for the repercussions. [The loss of memories is jarring, but he's making do.]

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I've heard the symptoms are worse the more times it happens. [He gives him a squeeze before he lets go.]

You can tell me about it, if you like. But I understand if you'd rather not.

So. Your brother is really your brother? Not some fake?

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Yes. We've been trying to keep records of what the symptoms are for each subsequent death. [He knows that Moira has been keeping track of that in particular.

Newt chews at his bottom lip for a moment.]

I don't know actually. [He recalls Theseus' expression when it was obvious he had no recollection of the other though.] It was said that we lose our memories on the second death. It seems I've no recollection of him at all.

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That's horrifying. [Said in a soft voice, as if the very idea has knocked the wind from him. He squeezes Newt's shoulder with one hand.]

I'm sure it'll come back to you. [He isn't.] And in the meantime, you have me to spoil you back to health.