Re: [sue/newt]
[Newt, who was in his striped pajamas, had been roused from bed. Figuratively. Literally, he was still seated amid bedclothes with a cup of just-warmed tea in his hand. His long legs were laid together, bent at the knee. His hair was sleep-awry, his gaze muted and soft as it flicked to the door that opened. Cold rolled in with Sue, who, truthfully, looked rather worse for wear. The poor man. Newt extended his hand with the little cup toward his friend. He offered it.] Hello, darling. [Newt's quicksand gaze moved over Sue, over the wrinkled clothing, the sharpness of eyes behind milky lens.—Sue didn't seem to want the tea, however. He came and laid on the bed, and Newt sighed only slightly, feeling for the other man. He unfolded himself from his spot to set the tea aside on the dresser. Then, he settled back, to begin to undo buttons (if there were any) and/or otherwise denude Sue into proper sleepwear.]