@achcser continued from here
Unless it was for someone else’s well-being, Tina rarely ever fussed. Not with her hair, or food, or recklessness-- But all of those mentions had one thing in common: Tina. She didn’t fuss about herself, she didn’t see the point to it. Just as she didn’t see anything wrong with giving the older woman walking down the street her umbrella when it suddenly started pouring down rain.
It just made sense.
What didn’t make sense is the way Newt had looked at her after she had. She barely began open her mouth when suddenly he had pulled her to him, tucking her under his coat. The young woman let out a soft ‘oh’ sound in surprise-- the misty smell of rain intermingling with something that could undeniably be called Newt. Flushing slightly in surprise, Tina responded automatically with one arm reaching to tighten around him.
“I’m fine,” Tina said, amusement in her eyes, the rolling of her eyes somehow evident in her voice, “it’s not like you’re any better off...” But she doesn’t move to separate from him. In fact, if this was an open invitation to hold Newt-- no matter how short-- she was quite content to take it. Not that she would ever admit that to anyone or anything.
