Newt comes back from New York. Theseus fusses over him like a proper older brother.
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"Newt!" Theseus exclaims happily as he sees his brother walking off the ship. He walks up to him, suitcase in hand and greets him.
"I missed you," He says wrapping his arms around the younger man. Newt stiffens slightly, but doesn't fight him. He's rather relieved to be back on land again after spending so long on the sea.
Newt smiles too, although weakly. "I missed you too, Seus," He mumbles into the fabric of Theseus' coat. He hasn't used that nickname in what feels like forever. It's not a lie though. He did miss his brother after being away for so long, but it can't be anywhere near as much as Theseus missed him.
"How was it?" Theseus asks him, stuffing his hands into his pockets, grinning widely. "I heard you caused into quite the ruckus in New York."
Newt chuckles. "Yeah, you could say that," He mumbles, the corner of his mouth quirking up upwards. Theseus pats him on the back, only mildly startling the man, and says, "I'm proud of you, Newt." He smiles sheepishly and looks down at the ground.
"Thanks for picking me up."
"Anything for my baby brother," Theseus says and ruffles his hair. Newt ducks away, but the damage had already been done. Theseus grins at him as Newt glares and tries to fix his hair. He's not actually mad about it though.
"Mum really missed you too. Hasn't stopped talking about you since you left," Theseus says. "You're going to have to visit her soon or she's going to be very mad at you."
Nwet chuckles. "I will," He replies. "Soon."
Theseus smiles. Then the tone shifts.
"So, Grindelwald huh?"
Newt looks down at his shoes, suddenly finding them very interesting. He can sense a lecture from his older brother from miles away. No matter how sweet and nice his voice may sound. He's always been awfully overprotective of him. Much to Newt's annoyance.
"You almost gave me a heart attack when I read what happened."
Newt keeps his gaze down at the ground and purses his lips. He doesn't say anything.
"Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?" Theseus asks him, voice rising an octave. "You could have died, Newt!"
Heads turn at the commotion coming from the two brothers, looking at them strangely. Chatter dying down slightly. The attention almost makes Newt's skin crawl. A few brows raise, but they quickly get back to their own things. The talking returns to the same volume it was just a few seconds ago. As if it never even happened.
"I'm okay," He mutters quietly, but he knows Theseus heard him because he hears the man sigh defeatedly. His shoulders slump and his expression softens.
"I know," He mumbles. Newt glances back up at his face. "It's just that you always get into trouble and I get worried."
"I can take care of myself."
Now it's Theseus' turn to look down at the ground. "I know," He says. "But I still worry. You're my little brother and I don't know what I would do if something happened to you."
Something in Newt's chest tightens uncomfortably at this. He doesn't like making his brother worry. It just happens sometimes. "I'm sorry," He says. "I didn't mean to."
Theseus sighs softly and puts his hand on his arm. "I know, Newt," He says and smiles.
"I wasn't alone."
