(NO MAGIC AU!)

You had known for a good while that Newt was autistic, and even decided to research and prepare yourself so that you could help him in case of need. And this was one of those moments.

The day had already started pretty bad for him, as he couldn’t find all the stuff he needed to work, then lost the train, and had to walk through the busy and loud streets of London all alone, with people pushing through and yelling, mixed with the overwhelming sounds of the city and vehicles. Then, he got into a mess in work and, the cherry on top, lost his pet after the subway on the way home. Before anything else could happen, he got into his apartment, door slammed shut, and got himself in a little ball, covering his ears, to avoid the busy sounds that were still there, and tried to calm himself down. As his neighbor, and friend, you were used to this, and you knew what you had to do, specially when you saw his cat crawl into your window.

As quietly as you were able to be, you opened the door of Newt’s apartment, holding his cat on your arms, and found him on the floor of his room, still in that closed-off position, groaning and whimpering and completely overwhelmed by the shitty day.

“I know — I’ll be quiet.” You said, sitting down at a good distance of him, putting his cat down. At the sigh of his cat, Newt extended a shaky hand to pet him, but it was clear that he wasn’t completely calm yet.