the separation anxiety
Newt: *is staring at Graves*
Graves: ...
Newt: *does that for an hour*
Graves: ..Ok, stop it. That's weird. What are you doing, my love?
Newt: I'm practicing.
Graves: For..?
Newt: Not forgetting.
Graves: Forgetting.. what?
Newt: Your face.
Graves: My face. What do you mean? How can you forget my face?
Newt: *with his sad voice and look* Because I'm going to leave you.
Graves: What? Wait, WHAT?!
Newt: *was kidding* Just for 5 months!
Graves: ...
Newt: *sensed Graves' resentment* Oh! Or.. 4? It's about the research I told you before.
Graves: ...
Newt: I'm sorry. Are you mad? Ok, then how about 3 months?
Graves: ...
Newt: Percy?
Graves: Just stop talking, Scamander. (I'm gonna kill him tonight or break his leg or whatever!)
Newt: ..I'll send you postcards.
Graves: ..You always do that. My study is already full of your letters and postcards. Remember?
Newt: Every week. I promise.
Graves: I hate you. *hugs Newt tightly*
Newt: You hate me and I love you. *pats Graves back*
Graves: Every week. *kisses him*
Newt: Yes, every week, with all my heart, like always.










