Re: Capital Police Station, quicklog: Jack and Newt P
[No. Let us be clear here. Newt wasn't walking so swiftly, Jack had to stumble, lurch, and stretch at his wounds to keep up. The taller man had long legs, but he wasn't callous and he was far from brusque. He was just walking, actually, and carefully, so as not to go too fast. He was pulling his coat closer to his thin form, but he wasn't sprinting away from his brother.—He nodded in a flop of fringe, that then blew upward in the wind at the talk of bullets.] All right. [He tucked his chin into his collar.] No food then. I'll take you home. They've likely got you fixed up well enough. [When they came to the mouth of an alley, Newt glanced down it.
Gently, he took Jack's elbow.] This way. [And he led the man with him. Easily. Without rushing.—And if Jack came with him, Newt reeled him close (tenderly, gingerly), and, then, in a moment, they were gone. The Disapparation came with a close blackness, a rush, and a tug behind the navel. Then, their feet were on the floor of Jack's office and Newt kept his hand where it was to steady Jack, since such travel often had Muggles tumbling over.] Right, [he said softly, easing himself away from his brother.] Here we are. You should get into bed. Is there anything you'd like me to get you?