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]

[So, Newt's been looked down upon for most of his life. That's the gist of it. Why is it surprising? It should've been obvious. Maybe it just hurts more hearing all this from Newt himself, rather than just assuming anything. Nonetheless, Theseus looks less than pleased by this, and this issue isn't over, but he decides to let it go for the time being.

...

With Newt's quiet apology, the pain clear in his voice, Theseus takes a step closer to him before pulling him into a hug. He manages to hold back any loud sobs, but his voice is quiet as well, the strength gone from his voice.]

...I'm sorry too.