"That means being able to find him, y'know," Tina huffed, giving a short shake of her head, "Newt's capable of taking for himself if he wants to. It's not the first time he's been in the wild." Of course, she was well are of her sister's reasoning too: Without his case he was severely limited on provisions. There were days she considered going out there and finding him, bringing him food or blankets, or anything else but if he was going to be stubborn about it then Mercy Lewis she wasn't going to baby him.
It didn't stop her from glancing to the woods, wondering if he'd be at the same place he was before or somewhere further in. It didn't stop her from considering going in there and calling for him until he showed up and dragging him back in. The thought of frustrating him enough that he stops bothering with her is one thing that makes her hesitate. The other being that she could be as stubborn as he was.
Her gaze flickered towards the woods at the thought, mouth setting into a thin line and for a moment she doesn't register what Queenie says. Just for a moment as the next she's stumbling to a stop, nearly losing her hold on the items she'd carried with her, and promptly rooting to the spot. She's used to Queenie's insinuations. It's not the first time since Newt had left, but the idea of going out there for even a night makes her cheeks heat up.
You would never think it was Tina who was the older sister in moments like this, but she'd too rarely ventured into any aspect of her life beyond work and home. Nothing else had mattered much and she was too used to being seen as a nuisance or some kind of outsider that the kindred feeling she got from Newt was still all too new and brilliant. Not something she wants to throw away for something like unwieldy feelings or misinterpreted thoughts.
"I can't stay alone a night with Newt," She blanched before fiercely shaking her head and taking a step forward before hesitating a moment. "He's a friend and you know that's all he is." A friend she had, of course, kept fondly in her memory for three months and kept an eye on newspapers for his name. Or, more specifically, in hopes of when a certain book would be published and a promise kept.
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It didn't stop her from glancing to the woods, wondering if he'd be at the same place he was before or somewhere further in. It didn't stop her from considering going in there and calling for him until he showed up and dragging him back in. The thought of frustrating him enough that he stops bothering with her is one thing that makes her hesitate. The other being that she could be as stubborn as he was.
Her gaze flickered towards the woods at the thought, mouth setting into a thin line and for a moment she doesn't register what Queenie says. Just for a moment as the next she's stumbling to a stop, nearly losing her hold on the items she'd carried with her, and promptly rooting to the spot. She's used to Queenie's insinuations. It's not the first time since Newt had left, but the idea of going out there for even a night makes her cheeks heat up.
You would never think it was Tina who was the older sister in moments like this, but she'd too rarely ventured into any aspect of her life beyond work and home. Nothing else had mattered much and she was too used to being seen as a nuisance or some kind of outsider that the kindred feeling she got from Newt was still all too new and brilliant. Not something she wants to throw away for something like unwieldy feelings or misinterpreted thoughts.
"I can't stay alone a night with Newt," She blanched before fiercely shaking her head and taking a step forward before hesitating a moment. "He's a friend and you know that's all he is." A friend she had, of course, kept fondly in her memory for three months and kept an eye on newspapers for his name. Or, more specifically, in hopes of when a certain book would be published and a promise kept.