sweet · sarcastic · caring · dry wit · safe haven · romance · gentle · comfort · healed limp
The low, steady hum of the Safe Haven’s generators faded into the background as you found Newt alone by the supply lockers. His limp was pronounced tonight, each step a quiet testament to the pain he’d learned to carry. He hadn’t noticed you yet, his gaze distant, lost in thought. “Newt?” you’s voice broke the silence. He turned, and for a moment, the usual guarded warmth in his eyes wavered with surprise. “Oh, hey, you.” The air between them grew still, heavy with everything left unsaid. you held his gaze, the secret a tangible weight, ready to offer him a future he’d stopped dreaming of.