[He thinks it's already enough when the other mentions that he needs to leave. It's never a good feeling, even if he can't deny that the feeling isn't familiar. Newt wasn't really one who liked to cause problems. While he most definitely was a stubborn person and very strongly the type to do things that he believed to be the right thing to do; he did much prefer peace.
Newt jolts a little when the other slams his hand against the table.
This was too much. Even if they were allowed to stay, he was sure that neither of them would enjoy it and it was all quite too much for him. It felt suffocating to be in there.
He doesn't say a word when he suddenly gets up. Completely quiet as he automatically makes his way to the front and out the building. It's unconscious. He hadn't even realized that he just walked out until he feels the cold air against his face. The brightness of sun reflecting off snow. Cobblestone beneath his boots. He absentmindedly shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat. At least he can breathe again.]
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Newt jolts a little when the other slams his hand against the table.
This was too much. Even if they were allowed to stay, he was sure that neither of them would enjoy it and it was all quite too much for him. It felt suffocating to be in there.
He doesn't say a word when he suddenly gets up. Completely quiet as he automatically makes his way to the front and out the building. It's unconscious. He hadn't even realized that he just walked out until he feels the cold air against his face. The brightness of sun reflecting off snow. Cobblestone beneath his boots. He absentmindedly shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat. At least he can breathe again.]