A Lost Memory
Summary: Newt deals with a loss he believes he can never recover from with firewhiskey.
Request: “I would like angst and angst and tear my heart apart and smash it into the gutters. Regrets and tears and mistakes were made "I never want to see you again” HURT ME"
Word Count: 3,407
Pairing: Newt x Reader
You run your hand down Newt’s bicep, popping up onto your toes to rest your chin on his shoulder and peer over him to the papers in front of him. “Whatcha doing, babe?”
“Studying the reactive tendencies of various…” he trails off, brow furrowing as the liquid in front of him turns a deep violet shade. “Well, that hardly seems right.”
You giggle and fall back to give him space. “Be careful you don’t let Pickett fall in.”
Newt scarcely appears to process your words, giving you a distracted “hmm” in response.
You roll your eyes and slide under his arm as he scribbles something onto a note. Extending your arm, you let Pickett hop onto your hand. He squeaks away as you draw him to your side.
“Come on, Pickett, we’ll go make supper so someone here doesn’t let us all starve.”
Newt’s eyes crinkle with his smile as he glances up at you. “And who did you say exaggerates the most this morning?”
You stick your tongue out. “I still think you do it more often.”
Newt watches you whisper to Pickett as you walk out, and before he returns to his work, he checks the drawer to make sure the box is still there.
Thunder rumbles, a heavy roll that rattles the rack of vials on the table.