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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[newtralize]

[There's a pause from the Brit.

Percival can glance over and see the warm and shy smile on Newt's face as he looks at his phone screen. He didn't think he'd be so taken about exchanging numbers, but there's something so lovely about it.

He flushes a little and quickly puts his phone back into his pocket.] Oh! Oh, no. Water is fine. I'm really as British as you get so I'm more fond of tea and never grew to enjoy coffee in any capacity.

[periit]

Ah, my Americanness must be showing then, [ The laugh is light and warm, though mostly it’s a cover from catching the color on Newt’s cheeks. Thankfully the stairs do well to hide his noticing. ] I’m not much a fan of tea. [ He’ll have to get some for Newt though, considering the implication of his future visits. ] But water it is.

[ With the stairs conquered and shelves woven through to get near the front of the shop, Percival stops at a double sliding door refrigerator to pull a couple water bottles for them. ] Water was a good choice for now, anyway, [ He starts as he turns to hand Newt the drink. ] Our first stop will take us to the desert.

[ So much for it being an entire surprise. Oh well. ]

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Perhaps you just haven't had a good cup then. [He smiles a little cheekily.] It really isn't a problem. Tea isn't everyone's cup even if I have a bias for it. [Maybe he's particularly fond when he's missing England. A good cup reminds him greatly of home and his family.

The desert is very different from what he's used to.] I've never been to the desert. I only seen them from media.

[Which makes him rather curious.]

[periit]

[ The laugh that leaves Percival is delayed from his glancing over Newt. ] That’s very possible. [ Maybe he’ll give it another go later. But where to start? ] You’ll have to tell me your favorite. [ For curiosities sake, nothing more. ] I’ll tell you mine.

[ Fair was fair, after all.

Once they’re beyond the countertop it’s a sharp turn to the right and into the back corner of the shop. It looks unchanged from Newt’s last visit—a radiating light pouring from the glass, showcasing the plants inside. ] Now it is warm, though not uncomfortable. You’ll mostly feel the heat in your hair. [ Percival warns with a hand on the door. ] And I do ask you don’t touch anything with needles.

[ A tease? Yes, he’s said it like one, but also like a retail employee who’s had to get out the bandaids a few too many times. ]