That Clementine calls him 'New' is grossly adorable, and Newt tries so very hard to keep an uncompromising look on his face, but it's insanely difficult to do that when there's a little girl in a Santa hat holding her arms out to him. The bravado drops the second he drops his shopping bags and reaches for her, taking holds of her hands as she squeals with delight, and a wide grin creases the corners of his eyes as he laughs and gives her a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
"Look at Santa's little helper," he coos, flicking the pompom of the hat before shooting Sawyer a wink. "Dude, she looks crazy cute, I don't see how this is fair. Did you know I was coming, did you purposely put her in this hat and that tutu just to see me melt at the hands of a tiny human? You're the worst kind of friend."
He grabs hold of the bags again and follows Sawyer into the living room, making silly faces at Clementine all the while as she laughs at him over her father's shoulder. Newt doesn't get much exposure to kids, mostly because he doesn't want the exposure, but he digs Clementine's baby energy. She's going to grow up to be a sass queen, Newt's pretty damn certain of that, but it only means that she'll be one step ahead of everyone else. That's how Newt feels sometimes, like he's moved on to a completely different subject when the person he's talking to is still ten paces back, but he's learned to deal with it because he doesn't have a choice. He's the asshole if he drops a topic that's going nowhere but whatever, landing in Darrow had given him the chance to better figure out who's willing to stick with him and who isn't, and he likes that. He likes that he can get a better picture of what people think of him here.
"This is totally all for you, dude, it's been my dream ever since we met in that bar the first time to see you in a baby-sized dress," Newt answers, eagerly holding his bags out to Sawyer in exchange for the box. "And look, if it's a small box, I can only assume you're proposing. If that's the case, we're just going to have to call up Kate real quick, explain the situation, let her know that sharing me isn't as big a deal as it sounds. What do you think, alternating weekends? That's a good place to start, I think."
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"Look at Santa's little helper," he coos, flicking the pompom of the hat before shooting Sawyer a wink. "Dude, she looks crazy cute, I don't see how this is fair. Did you know I was coming, did you purposely put her in this hat and that tutu just to see me melt at the hands of a tiny human? You're the worst kind of friend."
He grabs hold of the bags again and follows Sawyer into the living room, making silly faces at Clementine all the while as she laughs at him over her father's shoulder. Newt doesn't get much exposure to kids, mostly because he doesn't want the exposure, but he digs Clementine's baby energy. She's going to grow up to be a sass queen, Newt's pretty damn certain of that, but it only means that she'll be one step ahead of everyone else. That's how Newt feels sometimes, like he's moved on to a completely different subject when the person he's talking to is still ten paces back, but he's learned to deal with it because he doesn't have a choice. He's the asshole if he drops a topic that's going nowhere but whatever, landing in Darrow had given him the chance to better figure out who's willing to stick with him and who isn't, and he likes that. He likes that he can get a better picture of what people think of him here.
"This is totally all for you, dude, it's been my dream ever since we met in that bar the first time to see you in a baby-sized dress," Newt answers, eagerly holding his bags out to Sawyer in exchange for the box. "And look, if it's a small box, I can only assume you're proposing. If that's the case, we're just going to have to call up Kate real quick, explain the situation, let her know that sharing me isn't as big a deal as it sounds. What do you think, alternating weekends? That's a good place to start, I think."