newt tried to drift with a kaiju brain and it didn’t end well, he’s sat on the floor with the head gear on, he’s half unconscious and his body is shaking, it’s also covered in dirt and so is his face from trying to build the drifting machine. blood dripping out of his nose too. “newton, what have you done?” you shout as you grip his chin and disengage the head gear, you lean in and gently kiss the area underneath his nose, a little blood getting on your own lips. newt is now sat in the chair you provided for him, his arm shaking as he brings the glass of water you gave him up to his lips. he looks up at you with a small smile on his face, he’s still quite panicked though. “h-hey, how’d you get blood on your face?” he asks quietly, noticing the blood on and above your lips, he lets out an awkward chuckle.