week three - saturday, post trial (newt)

[eisenundblut]

[It's late by the time Prussia finally decides to return from wherever it is she'd fucked off to after the trial. At least she seems less emotional now, though no less on edge.]

...

[She approaches Newt carefully, not sure if he wants to even be around people right now.]

This seat taken?

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[eisenundblut]

[There are all kinds of Not Funny things happening right here, and she frowns, taking the mp3 player and turning it over in her hand.]

I'd rather listen to it with you.

[It's a moment of stark honesty as she closes her hand around it and meets his eyes. If anything, her expression looks somewhat petulant. How dare?? Her people get taken away from her like this??]

I don't give a shit about what they find entertaining. If... if it comes down to it, tomorrow...

[She reaches up, brushes her free hand through his hair and pokes the middle of his forehead.]

It'll be quick. I promise, if it's the only thing I can do for you... I won't make some fuckin' show of it. They don't deserve it. You don't deserve it.

[completelycrazy]

[Newt is no good at talking to people even when he's not under intense pressure, so sorry, he's doing his best.]

I know. Me too. But, just in case, okay?

[He tilts against her hand, trying to focus more on the feel of her fingers in his hair than what she's saying. He doesn't want to think about "if it comes down to it".]

...Thanks. I trust you. And, um... If it doesn't work, it's not your fault. They're dicks.