Re: [sue/newt]
[When Sue sat up, Newt blinked, but he neither flinched nor began to move away. His eyes went to bared shoulder as the other man's shirt slipped from one pale shoulder, before he moved his frenetic gaze back up.] Yes. I've no trouble being a disciplinarian. [This was a lie. Or, more appropriately, a joke. Newt smiled as he began to remove his own pajama top. He only shook his head at the comment about 'nooks and crannies.'] I miss Lindmarch too, [he admitted as he pulled his arms from sleeves. He teased.] But, for other reasons.
[As Sue stripped, then took up the shirt that was passed over, Newt looked at him in a scatter-skitter, unable to kill the smile that threaded lips. He lifted his eyebrows.] 'Dirty?' Well, now. I'll take it back, if you'd rather lie in the nude. [But, he made no move to take anything. Instead, he sat back against the wall and brushed wild fringe out of his face.]