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[groupiedrifter]

Nah, it's cool! I mean, I'm not dead, so it's cool. Cool cool cool-

[Is it really cool? Because he sounds frustrated and halfway toward a freak-out. He freezes, letting Peter move him around like a prop. Yet again, his eyes don't particularly focus on anywhere, especially not on Peter's face as he looks back. But at least his eyes seem uninjured; no film of blindness, or anything macabre.]

... I think your big heroic bosom broke my fall.

[spacedisaster]

Easy, easy...I'm here, I'll take care of you.

[ Frankly, at this point, it's an automatic reaction when it comes to Newt. Peter doesn't mind, they're friends, so he worries. The joke about his chest startles Peter and helps him relax. ]

That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said about my tits. [ He pats Newt's cheek a couple of times, gently and playful. ] Why don't you wrap your arms around my neck and I'll swim us back to the place where I'm staying? Fewer people there to see us act like weirdos, and we can wait for this to pass together.

[ He REALLY hopes the blindness will go away. If not, Peter's finding a doctor to check Newt's eyesight. ]