Theseus had noticed the obvious flinch the stranger gave off any time Newt spoke, how he shrunk down into himself while the space around his seemed to undulate against him. It was a rather odd sight, like he was corporeal, but had an intangible presence that collected around him, a moving shell almost. Theseus didn't know what to make of it, didn't know exactly what it could be, only that it permeated the air with a dark tang that almost felt heavy on the back of his tongue. The boy gave off a sense of uncontainability, like the space he occupied was not enough for his physical self, and Theseus was wondered at what exactly his brother had gotten himself into. He ignored the stranger for a moment and grabbed Newt's hand, giving it a squeeze and receiving one in return. It was a gesture their mom had always implemented when they were younger, a system to check and see if they were alright without the unnecessary words that both Newt and her were never very good with. He could remember days when Newt would pull away from him without any reciprocation, days when he wouldn't even allow Newt to get near him. It was easier for them, for him to check, with a family that left words for moments when they would find the most impact. He gathered up his bowl a little closer to himself, his spoon in his left hand before he began eating, realising he couldn't quite remember when he'd last ate. With the chaos that was their world, he didn't have much free time, and what he did he rarely spent on arbitrary things such as eating, much preferring a nutrient potion when he could acquire one. After a couple mouthfuls and long silences where the quiet scratch of spoon to ceramic sounded obscenely loud in the still room, he finally turned his eyes from his discrete observance of the stranger to his brother. He still had his head bowed low, taking measured bites of his food at specific intervals to appear as if his main focus was on his food, but he could see the slight tilt of his head towards the boy, the whites of his eyes rather noticeable, telling Theseus that he was watching his guest. He took one more bit before placing his spoon back on the table as softly as he could, his mind supplying him with the information that the stranger was one to be cautious around. Even still, the noise caused that same expanding of presence around him, the wispy tendrils of something dark billowing off him almost unseen. Theseus decided to file this information with the rest, though this created an even more confusing picture in his mind, and he was even further from a possible explanation than he'd previously been. He scooted back in his chair, leaning into the backrest fully before addressing Newt, his hand folded neatly on the table. "Did you get Frank home?" He asked, hoping this was a topic neutral enough, that Newt could answer and then proceed with the rest of his explanation of his trip. Theseus usually had to give Newt a jumping off point, because he was rather more likely to talk in circles about nothing important, forgetting that other's had not shared in his experiences and would like to hear of them.
March 29th, 2017 at 07:03am