#thally

Writing 12 chapters ahead of where I’ve posted thus far (x) and ended up with this.

Newt watched a series of emotions flash across Theseus’ face before he settled on one that—as far as Newt could tell from his own experience—approximated resignation.

“You really got in there, Eulalie,” Theseus finally managed to compliment, looking over the intelligence spread across the table, though the words were somewhat muted due to the degree he was clenching his teeth.

“He does mean it, even if it doesn’t sound like it,” Newt assured from where he leaned against the wall, speaking for the first time since her arrival a quarter hour before. “He’s doing that thing where he is impressed with a person’s behaviour but is also quite worried.” 

He was watching Pickett walk up and down his fingers as he guilelessly continued. 

“So he’s probably trying to choose between reprimanding you and expressing appreciation for your skill, while also balancing the need to respect you as an independent, adult human with whom he has a trusting relationship.”

Theseus and Lally both gaped at him momentarily, and Newt glanced up at their silence, smiling slightly.

“I’ve been your younger brother for 38 years, Theseus.” He explained with a shrug, and he placed Pickett on his shoulder before dropping a hand in his pocket to pick at the stitching. “Plus, Tina is twice as anxious as you, and—contrary to popular belief—I do actually pay attention to human behaviour.”

Lally laughed and smacked Theseus on the arm.

“Well, in that case: I appreciate the concern, love.” 

And she placed a kiss on Theseus’ cheek which made him turn slightly pink, something Newt found rather amusing, so he cast his gaze to the ground.

“But I think you’ll find being me in Muggle America isn’t always much safer, Theseus.”

“You know, Lally— My favorite thing about you has to be your constant reassurance.”

“And my favourite thing about you—”

Newt had been fiddling with his pocket but interrupted them abruptly, for he did not feel it was necessary for him to be present for this—frankly disconcerting—newlywed banter.

“I’m sorry, you two, but can we…?” he gestured at the table. “We are on a bit of a timetable.”

Thomas: no he doesn't. we've just got this frenemies thing going on

Minho: i literally saw him with a voodoo doll of you yesterday

Thomas: see? i bet he's never made one for you

Minho: thomas he was poking it with a needle. repeatedly

Thomas: .......oh. i see now

Thomas: he has a crush on me!

After several years side by side in Safe Haven