Oh, slim it. [ A mock-grouchy look comes across his face, and Alby waves him off. It's obvious with the way the corners of his mouth twitch that he's trying not to smile back, something that only Newt can really accomplish. Minho calls them both old men, says they're perfect for each other in their crotchety ways, and maybe they are. Newt frequently keeps him grounded, rather than inciting his ire further (most days, anyways). Where he's the more abrassive one, the blond smooths things out. They really are a good pair.
And he tries, he does, to be there when Newt needs him. If only he knew.
A sound of agreement leaves him, as he loads up the game and adjusts where the image of Newt is-- moving him to the top right and resizing the little box-- so that he can gear up for the game. It's a one-two-three after that, his character selected as he waits for Newt to come back.
When he does, the corners of his eyes crinkle a little, something small and affectionate as he sees the old sweater from ages ago. It technically fits Newt right, except for the part where he's seen him sitting with it hanging off a shoulder before. But that fondness fades at the urgency, and his brow furrows a little. ] ... yeah, Newt. Promise we will. [ And yet he still offers him the promise. ]
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And he tries, he does, to be there when Newt needs him. If only he knew.
A sound of agreement leaves him, as he loads up the game and adjusts where the image of Newt is-- moving him to the top right and resizing the little box-- so that he can gear up for the game. It's a one-two-three after that, his character selected as he waits for Newt to come back.
When he does, the corners of his eyes crinkle a little, something small and affectionate as he sees the old sweater from ages ago. It technically fits Newt right, except for the part where he's seen him sitting with it hanging off a shoulder before. But that fondness fades at the urgency, and his brow furrows a little. ] ... yeah, Newt. Promise we will. [ And yet he still offers him the promise. ]