The End Of Love

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We were reaching in the dark
That summer in New York
And it was so far to fall
But it didn't hurt at all
And let it wash away, wash away

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Percival almost strains to hear the words coming from Newt, the sound of the others’ blood still continuing to hum through his ears and lingering in his mind. At least until he blathers out being unsure if he were alive. The kind concern would have been better acknowledged had his mortality not been in question.

The shake begins in his core, a mix of near starvation and complete fear, slowly trickling it way into his arms and legs. “No, that’s—“ The words are far too mousy to have come from a man as powerful as he was known for, a small reflection of how the tremble was working down into his hand, noticeable as he tries to control it. It only makes things worse as it suddenly strikes Percival how little they had known each other, and how he was putting them in a compromising situation to say the least.

A sickness fills him and he shakes his head adamantly. “I’m sorry...” Percival mutters out, shifting to let Newt go and climb off the bed, looking all the part of exhausted as he gets to his own two feet. “I’m quite alright,” The lie was calm, as if rehearsed, as he moves towards the nightstand to gather his things. “Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Scamander.” A default title for a default mindset despite having just called him by his first name; something to get him through whatever panic had clearly set into him.

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Percival's behavior was rather concerning to Newt. He couldn't quite put his finger on why the other was acting the way they were. He did know that the other was keeping details from him, but it seemed out of self defense and not to be malicious.

It worried him. Percival seemed scared. Scared and hungry? But why? Newt tries to reach up to put his hand to Percival's cheek, but the man is climbing off the bed and onto his feet. Newt is quickly scrambling to his feet while the other suddenly decides to gather their belongings.

"Wait- Are you leaving?" Percival didn't exactly look any better than before and he was pretty sure the other needed food. "Wouldn't it be best for you to have supper before you leave at least? You're hungry, aren't you?" His voice was filled with concern. What was Percival afraid of?

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He wants nothing more than to be able to blame all of this... sudden panic on Grindelwald. He likely will, anyway, but more than that he’s plain afraid—and he hates it. Hates the helplessness on himself, the loss of control that came with it. Newt was offering him help, yes, but it wasn’t something he could take from him. Or anyone.

The only way to get a clear head was to leave; get some air and sort all this upset out. The father away from Newt and his veins the better. Percival feels like he could faint from the lightheadedness of it all and he nearly does as he forces on his shoes, missing the way Newt joins him, making him stumble away.

Shoulder checking the door jam, Percival leans against it and holds up a hand to quietly ask Newt to stay where he is. His chest should be heaving with breath for all his exertion but all that shakes is his fingers. “I’m,” The swallow is thick. “Starving,” The word wavers, and he takes a long blink. He can’t stay.

“It wouldn’t be—“ But the rest of his thought doesn’t follow. “I have to go,” He barely manages to whisper. Percival shakes his head, keeping his gaze to the floor with an even: “Thank you, again,” Before turning and ducking out of the room. He couldn’t waste any more time. Newt’s heart was pounding in his ears and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could resist. The front door was so close.

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There's a few things that Newt has easily figured at this point. Or at least one particular thing. Percival was a Monster. He can't honestly imagine the other to be a Witch at this point because of the other's behavior.

He just couldn't put a finger on what the other was transforming into, but just that they were. That was really the only way he could figure why the other was acting as they did. And he wants to help the other desperately. Wants them to know it's okay and help them through it, but Percival is pushing him away.

As quickly as they met, Percival seems to leave. Newt doesn't manage to get the other to stop before they leave through the front door. He stands where he is as he looks at where the other had been standing before. The Brit can't help but worry what might come to the other. If the other will be okay.