The sun was beating down, making the heat intensify as you wiped the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand. The soil felt stronger with each pass of the shovel, but what really weighed on you wasn't the physical work, but the weight of the silence between you and Newt. He was distant, more so than usual, picking vegetables in silence, and you knew why.

The argument earlier had been about something so silly, but it had hit the nail on the head. Newt was usually calm and understanding, but seeing you laughing and joking with Gally, especially after all the times Gally tried to prove himself better than Newt, made him jealous.

You put down the shovel and decided you needed to resolve this. You walked towards him, feeling Newt's frown on you as you got closer.

"Newt," you said softly, offering the bottle of water you brought with you. He hesitated for a second before accepting it, still not looking directly at you. "Are you still upset?"

He took a sip of water, wiped his mouth, and finally looked at you, his brown eyes filled with a mixture of irritation and sadness. "Of course I am. Seeing you with Gally... after all... is frustrating," he said, his voice low but firm.