[It's ass o'clock in the morning when Newt stumbles his way into the lab looking shaken and disheveled. His eyes are wide and sleepless with the beginnings of dark circles forming beneath and his face looks pale. His hair is in a state of disarray, made worse as he runs his hands through it and tugs at it. His clothes too are looking extra rumpled as though he woke up in them moments ago and came directly to the lab after rolling out of bed. One side of his shirt is untucked and hanging loose out of his pants; his sleeves are rolled up unevenly over tattooed forearms and the top two buttons on his shirt are undone, exposing a V of inked chest skin and collar bones. His tie is MIA.
Newt blinks his eyes owlishly in the light of the lab as if he wasn't expecting them to be on at this hour and he looks visibly startled when he sees Daisy sitting there at her desk. His voice sounds rough but relieved when he speaks.]
Oh, hey, Daisy. You're up pretty late... Or early.
[He smiles awkwardly, both because he's actually relieved by her company and because he knows he looks like he's half mad and is trying to act perfectly normal in these wee hours of the night/day.]
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Newt blinks his eyes owlishly in the light of the lab as if he wasn't expecting them to be on at this hour and he looks visibly startled when he sees Daisy sitting there at her desk. His voice sounds rough but relieved when he speaks.]
Oh, hey, Daisy. You're up pretty late... Or early.
[He smiles awkwardly, both because he's actually relieved by her company and because he knows he looks like he's half mad and is trying to act perfectly normal in these wee hours of the night/day.]