[He'll say it as many times as he needs to. As many times as Newt needs to hear it. He is loved and he is wanted by at least one person, honestly and openly.] Can't we both be lucky? What were the odds of both of us showing up here and then finding each other? It's- it's kind of a miracle when you think about it.

I have always wanted you in my life since I met you. [Maybe he didn't know back then that he would want him like this, but he does. He tilts his face into the soft touches, stroking a hand softly down Newt's chest, returning his kiss with certainty.

That hand trails down after a moment, as he kisses him a little harder, and hooks his fingers in the waistband of Newt's pants, just tugging lightly to test his reactions.]