#salcmboy

         it had happened again.  somehow he’d found himself staring down the barrel of the gun, aimed directly at him.  the situation felt so familiar that he didn’t even flinch as the weapon shook in the other boys hands.  instead he stood, hands in his pockets as his stance took on that of someone waiting for something,  anything  to happen.  patience had never been his strong suit.  “ well then  would you mind putting that thing down before you hurt yourself?”   his medical skills didn’t exist  weren’t prepared for that kind of accident.  “ idiot! ”

      “most certainly, yes. everyone has a few secrets here and there.” newt wasn’t going to lie to him. that would be the last thing he’d do. “want to know one of mine??” there was a small smile as he spoke the words even if credence couldn’t see it with his eyes trained to the ground. “i’m actually more of a dork than anything else.” a term he had picked up in this time period. “certainly not much, but i am rather good with magical creatures.”

       to say that newt was more than relieved to see credence here of all places would be an understatement. he had tried so desperately to reach the boy -- to be someone that could have finally helped him. newt had felt utterly helpless whenever the others had attacked, but there had been hope. he had seen a small part of the other escape, and hoped that it was enough. “credence,” he murmured softly, expression bright and excited. “i had hoped you would be fine after what occurred. i am truly sorry that i was unable to stop them. but -- i am here now. i can help you still, if you would like. i promise that it is not my intention to harm you, ever.”