Re: [sue/newt]
Yep. [He grinned.] I don't like clean guys anyway. [It was distinct, that was all that mattered - very much Newt as a person, as much as the smoke-and-ash smell that always seemed to cling to him.
He didn't mind getting cold. The walk had done him some good, given him time and space alone to shake off the ugly feelings radiating from somewhere deep inside him. Newt's hand clasped over his warmed his fingers, so he stubbornly didn't remove his hand. Instead, he used the other to push himself up and come face to face with Newt. Shirt falling away from one shoulder, he asked:] You're really gonna try to teach me something. I'm a bad student. Always was. [He let Newt let him go, but only because it was obvious he was going to pull his shirt off. It was a noble cause, after all.] I used to cut class whenever I thought I could get away with it and Adrian wouldn't notice. Man, do I miss nooks and crannies. You could smoke or pull somebody into a side room, and nobody ever fucking knew you were there.
[He stripped his own shirt off the rest of the way, dropping it on the floor behind him. He kicked off his shoes for good measure, revealing some very practical dark woolen socks of Adrian's, which he tore off with equal zest.] Aw. [He took the shirt from him and pressed it against his face. It was pleasingly warm, smelling like Newt, like his sheets. He looked at him over the top of the bundle.] Smells dirty alright.