Then we are dead.

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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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[Newt flushes a bright red when the other compliments him. He didn't hear compliments and praise very often and it wasn't something he really cared or complained about, but it always flusters him when someone does.

It really doesn't help that Percival is a very attractive man.

Oh gosh, he's a real mess.

Percival doesn't really have to ask him to stick around. He takes a bit time to pack up; carefully placing the papers he had been presented into his messenger back so he can study them more back home. He also had to change back into his clothes. He just felt more comfortable in his own attire and he's more than happy to ditch his current wardrobe for it.

Plus, his clothes were nice and warm now.

When the other invites him to dinner, he gives the other such a puzzled look. He never had clients invite him to dinner after the first movie. Sometimes they would later on to discuss work or talk about progress, but his clients never cared about a meal with him for his company.

Newt is hesitant for a moment before he finally lifts his hands up. He has both his hands in D shapes and places his fingers close to each other before pulling his hands apart from each other.

The sign for "date."

Maybe it's presumptuous of him, but he doesn't understand why the other would invite him to dinner to enjoy his company. They've hardly gotten to know each other.]