So it turns out that maybe baby kisses are not the actual worst thing in the world. Newt will never, ever, ever, never admit that out loud--never mind the fact that he's totally the best uncle of all time and will definitely admit to that--but he's pretty sure he looks disturbingly like a cartoon character right now with his wobbly bottom lip and eyes that just have dust in them because those aren't tears, they aren't.
He lifts his eyes to the ceiling, just to blink that dust away, and clears his throat before he looks back at Sawyer with a short laugh. Newt's not surprised that Clementine hadn't given much of a shit about Santa, she's way too smart to deal with that noise, and Kate would be so stoked to hear that Clementine's totally focused on the fashion thing. Or maybe it's just the Christmas thing but whatever, Newt can twist it enough to get it his way. "Yeah, dude, I'm like... I don't know, the male supermodel equivalent of Heidi Klum in the science world. If we had those yearbook superlatives at Darrow Amalgamated, I would definitely be Best Dressed. Also Coolest. Most Badass. Best Personality and Sense of Humor and also Husband. Not that I'd brag about it."
He'd definitely brag about it and now that he's thinking about all the awards he could win, Newt wonders if maybe he should introduce that to the lab. Which is beside the point, he's realizing, and he doesn't even know if a point had really existed in the first place but there's a present in his hand so he focuses on that instead and rips the paper open with all the patience of a-- well, okay, Clementine might actually have more patience than he does but whatever. His grin only widens when he sees the sunglasses. "Dude, these are so my style! Thanks, man, I'm going to be tearing up the city in these babies!"
He pulls his own glasses off, which pretty much renders him blind but that's okay because the sunglasses are badass. "This definitely earns you Fridays, Kate's just going to have to deal." He nearly asks for a beer but a hard squint at the sippy cup changes his mind, and he switches back to his regular glasses with a shrug. "Whatever you've got, unless your spiking her juice with something a little more exciting these days."
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So it turns out that maybe baby kisses are not the actual worst thing in the world. Newt will never, ever, ever, never admit that out loud--never mind the fact that he's totally the best uncle of all time and will definitely admit to that--but he's pretty sure he looks disturbingly like a cartoon character right now with his wobbly bottom lip and eyes that just have dust in them because those aren't tears, they aren't.
He lifts his eyes to the ceiling, just to blink that dust away, and clears his throat before he looks back at Sawyer with a short laugh. Newt's not surprised that Clementine hadn't given much of a shit about Santa, she's way too smart to deal with that noise, and Kate would be so stoked to hear that Clementine's totally focused on the fashion thing. Or maybe it's just the Christmas thing but whatever, Newt can twist it enough to get it his way. "Yeah, dude, I'm like... I don't know, the male supermodel equivalent of Heidi Klum in the science world. If we had those yearbook superlatives at Darrow Amalgamated, I would definitely be Best Dressed. Also Coolest. Most Badass. Best Personality and Sense of Humor and also Husband. Not that I'd brag about it."
He'd definitely brag about it and now that he's thinking about all the awards he could win, Newt wonders if maybe he should introduce that to the lab. Which is beside the point, he's realizing, and he doesn't even know if a point had really existed in the first place but there's a present in his hand so he focuses on that instead and rips the paper open with all the patience of a-- well, okay, Clementine might actually have more patience than he does but whatever. His grin only widens when he sees the sunglasses. "Dude, these are so my style! Thanks, man, I'm going to be tearing up the city in these babies!"
He pulls his own glasses off, which pretty much renders him blind but that's okay because the sunglasses are badass. "This definitely earns you Fridays, Kate's just going to have to deal." He nearly asks for a beer but a hard squint at the sippy cup changes his mind, and he switches back to his regular glasses with a shrug. "Whatever you've got, unless your spiking her juice with something a little more exciting these days."