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Newt froze in shock, eyes to flustered to respond in any way. Credence pulled back and looked at Newt's shocked expression and his eyes immediately began to fill with tears, softly falling down his porcelain cheek. He jumped up and ran through the tarp leading to Newt's creatures.

Newt himself sat there for quite a few moments, still frozen in shock. He felt heartbroken at Credence's pained expression but Newt knew that the younger man would regret it if Newt responded to the kiss. He was hurt and overwhelmed with news of Percival and simply used Newt to distract himself from thinking about the other man.

Newt was pained. He knew Credence would never truly desire him, never want to place his soft lips on him like he had. No, that meant for someone else. Newt could feel it, the hastey rush and lack of care in the forcefull lock of lips.

Tracing his lips with a gentle finger as though he could feel Credence's lips still there Newt sighed. He couldnt help himself from being attracted to his new companion. It had been so long since he had felt this way about anyone.

Credence didn't need Newt. That would only make things worse and harder on him. Feeling helpless Newt walked over to his desk and began to write to Percival.

Dear Percival,

I assume Tina has let you know that I would be writing to you to convince you of Credences demise, however, I would find it to be wrong to lie to you after everything that has happened and how connected you seem to be to Credence. He is very much alive, unharmed but very shook up. Were traveling to England together where I will meet with an old professor to try to figure out how to teach him magic. I've let him know that you are well and wish to contact him and that upset him terribly. I suspect it will take a lot of time before he is ready. Please, trust only Queenie to discuss him. This is for his protection and safety. You can send your reply with Theron my owl if you wish.

Sincerely,

Newton Scamander

Opening the tarp just enough to seein, Newt whistled for his owl and sent it off with his letter. Sighing he sat around for a few hours, and as he was munching on toast he realized that perhaps Credence would be hungry as well.

He threw together a roast beef sandwich and some crisps to offer him. Knowing that Credence wouldn't likely go somewhere unfamiliar he headed straight for the mooncalves and found him curled up sound-asleep in the cave.

With a sigh he looked down at the scared man and sat beside him, gently wiping his tear-stained face. He began stroking his hair and staring longingly at his sharp features. He traced the sharp angle of his jaw, felt the curve of his high cheek bones, and ghosted lightly over his plump bottom lip.

Credence froze suddenly at the touch and flicked open his eyes, Newts coarse thumb still on his delicate lip. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- I- I brought you some food." Newt said as he pulled his hand back.

Credence's brows furrowed in confusion. The man had been tracing his lips and was caught looking at them longingly before he'd notice that Credence was awake.

His eyes focused in on Newt's, which flickered everywhere but at his gaze. "Why di- why didn't you, k-kiss me back?" He was sure he saw concern for him. This is how you thank people and show them you care, by kissing.

Newt looked surprised by the question "Credence-I, I don't want to ever take advantage of you and you were very clearly in distress. I could see that, that you care for him. Percival. It wouldn't be right for me to take advantage of our current er- situation."

Credence Pulled his knees to his chest and held them tigtht for comfort "I did care for him. I-I think he cared for me too. I'm not sure how much of it though was-was that other man. Grindlewald? I just- its too blurry. I don't want to see him Newt, please don't make me." His eyes pleaded with Newt as though his life depended on it.

Newt spoke firmly, meetng the younger man's pleading stare "Credence, I truly meant it when I said that I would never have you do anything that you don't want to. I understand. It's okay."

"Newt, why do… why do you care about me?" Newt scooted closer until he was right next to Credence and he leaned back, resting his head on his elbows as he stared up at the sparkling crystals on the cave.

"There are many reasons. You've never shown me anything but kindness and respect, a bit too much at times but still, it means a lot. You're also a very smart young man and you're very good at controlling the obscurus which is truly astounding. I also find myself to be a bit jealous of your natural charm, my creatures never took to me so quickly."

Credence laid back down, pondering this. "But, do you care like you want to save me, or take something from me. It always turns out to be one or the other. Ma wanted to save me from the devil, Modesty wanted to save me from Ma, Mr. Graves wanted information, and Grindelwald wanted the same as well as payment for his kindness. So which is it?"

Newt looked over and searched the dark brown eyes for any sign of emotion or thought but he was repressing it. His eyes as void and hollow as a black hole.

"Credence, I don't want to save you. I want to help you to save yourself. You're not some kneazle I dragged home, I see you and I see that you need support and as long as you're willing I will gladly provide you with that." Newt sat up now, feeling and wholeheartedly believing in his words.

"I couldn't ever bring myself to take anything from you, you've already given me somuch CRedence. You gave me knowledge and hope, kindness and strength, you helped heal me and agreed to assist in caring for my animals! You've done so much for me. The only thing that I want from you is the ability to give you the things you need. Food, comfort, stories, space, an ear to listen, anything Credence. I want you to take what I wish to give."

Credence gasped at the passion Newt had in his voice. No one… had ever wanted to go out of their way to give him something before without expecting something in return. He was overwhelmed by it all.

"Credence, I never meant to hurt you earlier by pulling away. I didn't want you to feel like you had to or owed me something, or do it because you missed someone else. I want you to kiss because you care about someone, and they you."

"Newt, I do you know, care about you." Newt gasped, utterly surprised. Never in a million years would he think that his feelings would be reciprocated. He had been so sure that the kiss earlier had been out of impulse.

Credence sat up and hesitantly held eye contact with Newt. Slowly he leaned forward, brows furrowed as if asking permission. Newt shook his head and placed a soft hand on his pale angular jaw, softly stroking his cheek with his rough scarred thumb.

"May I kiss you Credence?" he nodded and Newt placed a soft, sweet kiss that was as gentle and light as a butterfly's wings.

Newt's bright eyes met his dark ones "I never want to make you cry like that ever again Credence. Please, forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive" Credence said, repeating the phrase that had come out of his own lips earlier.

Credence climbed onto Newt's lap and wrapped his arms and legs around him and held on tight, Newt had never felt more content in his life as he wrapped his own around his new companion.