Yes, of course. Brother. He doesn't miss how the younger man tenses up, tall and lanky and so unlike Theseus even if the familial resemblance is difficult to shake. He racks memory, attempts to remember. Ah --
"Newton." Newt seems like a pet name Theseus uses, and Graves feels like an intruder if he is to pick that name up as well, especially if they don't know each other all that well. He thinks of Ironbellies, a young, lanky man very briefly met a lifetime ago, almost forgotten. He notices the squirming of the little rodent-like animal, the tenderness with which Newt handles it, and he supposes the young man's gift for beasts both great and small are as his brother described, after all.
Theseus is a generous narrator, but he seems to live up to what he describes. He doesn't step forward, but he doesn't retreat, his gaze settling evenly on the tiny creature.
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Yes, of course. Brother. He doesn't miss how the younger man tenses up, tall and lanky and so unlike Theseus even if the familial resemblance is difficult to shake. He racks memory, attempts to remember. Ah --
"Newton." Newt seems like a pet name Theseus uses, and Graves feels like an intruder if he is to pick that name up as well, especially if they don't know each other all that well. He thinks of Ironbellies, a young, lanky man very briefly met a lifetime ago, almost forgotten. He notices the squirming of the little rodent-like animal, the tenderness with which Newt handles it, and he supposes the young man's gift for beasts both great and small are as his brother described, after all.
Theseus is a generous narrator, but he seems to live up to what he describes. He doesn't step forward, but he doesn't retreat, his gaze settling evenly on the tiny creature.
"Is it hurt?"