Newt's Case: Adrian M/Newt P/Patrick G
After getting off the line with Patrick, Newt didn't quite know what to do with himself. He and Adrian wrote back and forth a bit, which was as nerve-wracking as anything else, and, to be quite honest, Newt felt badly about not simply popping back into the shed. But, he wanted to keep himself moving. He'd feel better with time. And several of the creatures were still agitated from the earlier chaos. So, he did some soothing, some feeding, a little bit of brushing here and there.
He was watching the Niffler rearrange some of his myriad treasures in his nest. The jumper he'd put on was loose on his frame, the sleeves flopping up over wrists and palms, but he still felt cold and clammy. Feverish, sweating, but not feeling like he was about to immediately keel over, Newt listened to the chatter about him, the sounds of life resettling, and he hoped, and ardently, that Patrick was all right, wherever he was.