"It was worth every second," Newt says. He's not bullshitting, working at the 'Dome had given his life the kind of meaning he hadn't even known he was looking for and look where he'd ended up: saving the goddamn world. Had he stuck around after the Breach had closed rather than ending up here, there's no telling what kind of super rock star life he'd be leading right now.
Granted, in that alternate version of Darrow Barry had opened up on accident not too long ago, he'd been a rock star there, too. From what he'd gathered, he'd been a real piece of shit, though Newt doesn't need that example to know he's got it made here in Darrow. He's fulfilled in a completely different way, and he's happy.
All of those thoughts get pushed immediately to the side once Other Newt starts fiddling with his suitcase, whispering things to something Newt can't see yet, and he cranes his neck just to try to get a better look. Glancing around them, he's relieved to find that nobody seems to be paying any attention to them and when he looks back at Other Newt, his eyes widen in awe at the little thing wriggling in the guy's hands.
"Holy shit." The thing, the Niffler, kind of looks like a platypus-mole hybrid, and it stares at him with black, beady, curious eyes. It looks innocent enough, Newt thinks, but then it reaches out for the shiny, silver spoon on the table and is only unsuccessful in grabbing it because Other Newt is holding it back. "So he's kind of a little klepto, huh? That's freakin' awesome!"
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Granted, in that alternate version of Darrow Barry had opened up on accident not too long ago, he'd been a rock star there, too. From what he'd gathered, he'd been a real piece of shit, though Newt doesn't need that example to know he's got it made here in Darrow. He's fulfilled in a completely different way, and he's happy.
All of those thoughts get pushed immediately to the side once Other Newt starts fiddling with his suitcase, whispering things to something Newt can't see yet, and he cranes his neck just to try to get a better look. Glancing around them, he's relieved to find that nobody seems to be paying any attention to them and when he looks back at Other Newt, his eyes widen in awe at the little thing wriggling in the guy's hands.
"Holy shit." The thing, the Niffler, kind of looks like a platypus-mole hybrid, and it stares at him with black, beady, curious eyes. It looks innocent enough, Newt thinks, but then it reaches out for the shiny, silver spoon on the table and is only unsuccessful in grabbing it because Other Newt is holding it back. "So he's kind of a little klepto, huh? That's freakin' awesome!"