There's more to watch Sawyer says than he's actually saying, Newt can hear it in his friend's tone and hell, it's the truth. It makes him think of Hermann, of hooking himself up to the neural bridge on what basically would have been a suicide mission if his lab partner hadn't stepped in to offer his help. They'd carried that burden together, they'd been Drift compatible, which ultimately hadn't surprised him at all because after a decade of working together, of course he'd put his trust in Hermann. Even if he wouldn't have admitted it out loud to the guy like, ever.
It's hard to dwell on thoughts of his old life when there's a ridiculously cute little girl trying to stop him from playing with her tutu, though. He plucks at it again, laughing softly at the way she looks up at him with a frown and a frustrated huff. He lets her put her hand on his this time, feigning distress as he leans in to give her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "You got me, you got me, what do I do now?" he whines, and Clementine lets out a squeal of delight.
"She likes to cause me pain," Newt teases, glancing back up at Sawyer with a wide grin. "She really is just like you. And uh, yeah, no, we're definitely set on the not having kids thing." When Kate had thought she'd gotten pregnant after Mardi Gras, they'd come to the agreement together that they wouldn't go through with having the baby if it turned out she was. Neither of them are ready to shoulder that kind of responsibility, neither of them are trying to be ready for that, and most of the time, Newt's just awkward and uncomfortable around kids anyway because he doesn't know how to talk to them or act around them or anything around them. "I mean, a mini-Kate does sound cute, but I think I'd rather settle for seeing baby picture of her than having an actual baby of our own. Besides, why have kids when I can just come over here and see yours? It works out just fine."
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It's hard to dwell on thoughts of his old life when there's a ridiculously cute little girl trying to stop him from playing with her tutu, though. He plucks at it again, laughing softly at the way she looks up at him with a frown and a frustrated huff. He lets her put her hand on his this time, feigning distress as he leans in to give her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "You got me, you got me, what do I do now?" he whines, and Clementine lets out a squeal of delight.
"She likes to cause me pain," Newt teases, glancing back up at Sawyer with a wide grin. "She really is just like you. And uh, yeah, no, we're definitely set on the not having kids thing." When Kate had thought she'd gotten pregnant after Mardi Gras, they'd come to the agreement together that they wouldn't go through with having the baby if it turned out she was. Neither of them are ready to shoulder that kind of responsibility, neither of them are trying to be ready for that, and most of the time, Newt's just awkward and uncomfortable around kids anyway because he doesn't know how to talk to them or act around them or anything around them. "I mean, a mini-Kate does sound cute, but I think I'd rather settle for seeing baby picture of her than having an actual baby of our own. Besides, why have kids when I can just come over here and see yours? It works out just fine."