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"This is Newt — still alive... still hanging in there."

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[groupiedrifter]

[He shakes his head.]

Sam, man. You know you're not supposed to be the one making me feel better right now, right?

[Newt's not like Sam. He's known that since Sam introduced himself, basically. Newt's a big crybaby, he's quick to emotion — the good ones, the bad ones — and he's easy to see right through. Heart on the inked sleeve. Even now, Sam's way more composed than the guy who didn't even just lose a dear friend from home. Newt just rubs one eye, breathes out, and tries to follow Sam's impossible example.]

Maybe for a rainy day, huh?

Go be with your team, dude. Don't let me keep you.

[unclesam]

Raincheck it is. But hey, welcome to the patented Wilson brand of friendship - I'll always come to the rescue. Hey, c'mere a moment.

[ Sam pulls him in then. Another brief, but fierce hug. A little more genuine and raw than Sam usually is with people, but circumstances are... well, they are what they are, and pretending not to be on the verge of a breakdown is already hard enough - can't blame him for not being able to pretend he's fine, all things considered. ]

Thank you for being here, man. I'll see you around.