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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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I know! I...I know. It's just. He's my brother. [Sure, he doesn't remember it, but he has no reason not to believe it either.

Newt is pretty sure his face must be completely red. He really regrets asking about things now because this is a conversation he had no intentions of diving into.] I- While I honestly have doubts about that, I- [No. Stop, stop. He's not arguing with the other about this.] Yes. I do enjoy your company quite a bit. And I appreciate you wanting to help.

[speed_of_snark]

I know. I really do. But I can't let you beat yourself up over it. [A pause.] You're nicer.

So let's get your dumb ass curled up on the couch, non? Come on, we can bring the tea and get a blanket. It'll be warmer.

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Nicer- Oh do you mean nicer than my brother? [Which he can't say is true or not, since he doesn't actually remember Theseus for who he is. He can't help but let a laugh out, relaxing a bit.]

Oh. [He can't help the rather lame response, but rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.] I, no. That sounds quite nice, honestly.

[speed_of_snark]

Ouais.

Come on. [He basically shoves Newt toward the living room, pausing to steal a blanket from Newt's room to toss on the couch.]

Sit down, cher.

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I wonder if he would think otherwise. [A soft laugh.

He lets the other usher him into the living room and onto the couch. It's not a particularly big couch. It comfortably fits two, but it would probably struggle to fit a third participant. Newt haphazardly kicks off his shoes before tucking his knees under his chin. His socks are mismatched and worn and his pants definitely are just a little too short for his legs.]

Thank you. You always seem to take care of me whenever this happens.

[speed_of_snark]

It's only been twice. [Said with that dismissive wave Jean-Paul has perfected.]

Just try not to do it again, okay? I am only one man, and not terribly domestic, so I'll get sick of making all you people soup. [He smiles.] I'm kidding.

You're gonna be okay.

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I imagine it wouldn't be the last though. [The other has only ever been kind to him.]

I don't try. I assure you. The first time had been more than enough. [And he can't say he wants to ever experience the first time again. He still struggled quite a bit with coming to terms with it. It still affects him at times, but he tries not to let it.] I'll have to return the favor.

[He smiles softly.] It wasn't as bad. [Dying was far less painful and he's more prepared to wait out the week being a muggle. The hardest part was really the memory loss of his brother. That part has been distressing.] I feel better making amends if anything. It's a relief.

[speed_of_snark]

Mm, don't push it.

[He snorts.] Deal. The next time I get into shit, you bring ME tea.

I suppose some good has come of it, then. Which is odd to say. Is there anything that would help further?

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[He laughs a little.]

I hope it won't happen. [Not because he doesn't mind. He'd bring the other anything he ask. That's what friends do right?] I don't want you to die, after all.

Help? No, I don't think there's much else that can be done in general. I just have to wait it out, I suppose. I'm alright, really. [He could be better, but that could be said about all of them.]