Then we are dead.

[newtralize]

And we are together in 'other' New York.
Which is both heaven and hell,
And we have coffee, and ice cream
And aching hearts.

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[chosenside]

Bugger.

[Theseus repeats, a dry tone entering his voice as he crosses his arms. So, Newt finally noticed-- the little bastard. The Auror stares at him for a bit longer in complete seriousness, noting the redness to Newt's face, before a smile finally breaks across face.

Part of this is still mortifying, but also.

Hilarious.

And what sort of brother would he be if he did not tease Newt about this? A right terrible one, that's what.]

Congratulations. I can't simply hold it against you for falling with another. [And there's that thought again, the suspicion about who exactly Newt slept with. He really has a sinking feeling who it might be and boy.]