231.04.04 | 8:22 p.m.

Ey, Newt.”


“What's going on between you and the girl?”

Newt shot his friend a sharp glance, then looked to the other side. “What does it look like?”

“Looks like I ought to ask you as a friend what's going on. There are rumours.”

The blond boy shrugged. “I only show her in, that's all.”

Alby chuckled.

“What?”, Newt asked, a good deal louder than necessary.

“Oh, you've never taken so much time to show someone in.”

“She does not easily accept things. And she's bloody uncomfortable in the company of some shanks.”

“But not in yours.”

Newt tried his very best not to blush, and nearly succeeded. “I just do my bloody best to help her settle in. What's wrong with that, I'd like to know?”

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