“You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” (mathematical-logic)
Newt gave him a weak smile. “I’ll be okay. It’s just, everything’s a bit much, you know? I’ve just been having a bad couple of days and then with the way everything’s going…” He shrugged.
mathematical-logic
“Newton…” He reached for his hand, squeezing it. “I understand that, but I don’t want to see you holding this in. I can’t take seeing you like this. Talk, Newt. I am here.
“It’s just stress and shit. It’ll be fine, I promise.” He squeezed Hermann’s hand back, smile widening just a little. “Just, bad mental health days and then the potential end of the world. Kinda takes it out of a guy, you know. It’s just, part of me feels like it’s my fault. Isn’t that stupid?”











