Way too lonely. With no real purpose in life.

That was all Theseus had said.

"You need something in your life that isn't some odd creature, Newt."

Newt had disagreed rather heavily with that statement, but still, what harm could come from spending one evening with someone his brother insisted was very similar to him?

An animal lover too.

How bad could it really be?

As it turned out, not bad at all.

At least not for him.

For the past two hours, Newt had been speaking almost nonstop about the creatures hidden away inside his case. Every sentence somehow led into another story, another creature, another adventure from one of his travels. He barely paused long enough to breathe, let alone let you speak.

You'd managed perhaps two full sentences since arriving at the little café the two of you had agreed to meet at.

Not that he seemed to notice.

He looked utterly delighted, animated in a way that made his whole face brighten whenever he spoke about one of his creatures. His hands moved constantly while he talked, occasionally nearly knocking over his tea in his excitement.

It wasn't arrogance, nor rudeness.

Just complete and total obliviousness.

"Oh, and my Niffler, Douglas,." He continued enthusiastically, finally pausing long enough to take a bite of the omelet he'd ordered nearly twenty minutes ago.

"You'd absolutely love him. Sweetest little thing you'll ever meet, so long as you haven't got anything shiny in your pockets."

His eyes lit up immediately again.

"Actually, that's not entirely true. He once stole a woman's wedding ring straight off her finger in Cambodia. Almost took her whole finger. Terrible incident, really."m