Re: Quicklog, Webster's Vinyl: Daniel/Newt
[Newt watched Daniel's hand around his glass, pale skin against dark wine. He then let his gaze drift back to the man beside him, to his face, that of it that he could see. A fissure of confusion was evident on freckled features as Newt wondered if Daniel was hiding from him, but he didn't ask. He let the man do what he needed to do, dropping his gaze to follow the cross of glass over chest. The (assumedly physical) infirmity of who he'd been seemed to disgust and disturb Daniel. As did the last bit—no one listening.] I'm sorry. That sounds difficult. [It did.] I'm listening, if it helps. And, now this side of it, you're neither old nor slow. It doesn't change that it happened, and I can't say it wasn't real. It felt real, but—it was temporary.