[Newt is even more amped up than usual as he does his weekly post-trial laps. He thinks about avoiding the toy store, but he wants to avoid pretty much the whole stupid area now and he can't so here he is, kicking around on the outskirts of the rubble, trying to calm down and failing.
His efforts aren't exactly improved when he spots Mary. God. He's torn between biting the bullet and just... walking away. She hasn't seen him yet, he doesn't think. He's done enough damage already, and he's not sure he's ready to own up to that just yet.
He pauses for a long time before deciding, yeah, he can't do this right now. Not tonight. He tries to back away, to get the hell out of dodge without her noticing him, but he's too focused on watching her to watch his step. He trips over a loose bit of rubble, stumbling backward with a yelp. His tape recorder thunks against the concrete.
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His efforts aren't exactly improved when he spots Mary. God. He's torn between biting the bullet and just... walking away. She hasn't seen him yet, he doesn't think. He's done enough damage already, and he's not sure he's ready to own up to that just yet.
He pauses for a long time before deciding, yeah, he can't do this right now. Not tonight. He tries to back away, to get the hell out of dodge without her noticing him, but he's too focused on watching her to watch his step. He trips over a loose bit of rubble, stumbling backward with a yelp. His tape recorder thunks against the concrete.
Yeah, she definitely heard that.]