The End Of Love

[newtralize]

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]

[Newt can't help but laugh a little at his phone when he reads the messages. They really were new to this. It was somewhat charming.]

Not this time.

[He isn't exactly opposed, but he also doesn't want to jump into something like that so quickly and so suddenly. And he would be lying if it hasn't been awhile and the amount of preparation was just something he didn't feel like going through right now.]

I have to get up early tomorrow and the amount of preparation on both sides is a lot. [It does make Newt wonder if the other was new to just more than hooking up.

Newt dresses in pretty casual clothes and worn out sneakers. Something generic that wouldn't identify him. The last thing he wanted was someone to recognize his beat up Oxfords or worn out boots from a sexual encounter. Something comfortable was nice also given that any amount of sex in the bathroom stalls of your university were not exactly luxurious.

A thought that he is constantly reminded of while sitting in one of the stalls.]

[periit]

[ That this man doesn’t tease him for his lack of experience is a relief, lets his nagging worry about this meeting drift away. At least until Percival gets to the university. If the trip over hadn’t been sobering then each step closer to the bathroom certainly was.

Clothes had been the last thing on his mind when he left and thankfully he had the habit of changing when he got home from class, since all his mind could concentrate on was what was about to happen. It was… exciting? Quite the foreign concept.

Second to last, he thinks to himself. And—

Eyes linger on the door of the occupied stall as he steps in to the one beside it. Somehow the click of the lock sounds louder now, though not nearly as much as his knock does. Once, then twice. ]