[Newt typically knew what battles to fight and which ones to not. Making an entire room full of people see the same way as him was really not a battle he was going to win. Perhaps with time, they'll learn, but not as it were.
And isn't that just how it always had been? School. The Ministry. Even his brother sometimes.
Newt isn't exactly upset. He's not angry. There's just the strong feeling of being overwhelmed. A hand absentmindedly reaches up to the pocket hidden underneath the lapel of his coat. The quiet chittering from Pickett as he peeks out and reaches out to grasp Newt's fingers. Still quiet and maybe not quite mentally all there. He seems to be aware enough to wait for the other instead of just disappearing down the street. He doesn't know how long he has been standing there. How long he has been waiting. Everything seems muffled around him. He finally glances in Hiccup's direction.]
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And isn't that just how it always had been? School. The Ministry. Even his brother sometimes.
Newt isn't exactly upset. He's not angry. There's just the strong feeling of being overwhelmed. A hand absentmindedly reaches up to the pocket hidden underneath the lapel of his coat. The quiet chittering from Pickett as he peeks out and reaches out to grasp Newt's fingers. Still quiet and maybe not quite mentally all there. He seems to be aware enough to wait for the other instead of just disappearing down the street. He doesn't know how long he has been standing there. How long he has been waiting. Everything seems muffled around him. He finally glances in Hiccup's direction.]