[Newt, who had been listening like the masochist he is, manages a failed pat and attempt to take Joaquin's arm before the the other man hurries away. And now he feels sick for an entirely different reason.]
WHAT THE FUCK, HERMANN?
[The door bangs into the wall as it swings open. Newt stops it with his hand on rebound and closes it hard behind him. Liebling yawns and stretches on the sofa, unimpressed.]
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WHAT THE FUCK, HERMANN?
[The door bangs into the wall as it swings open. Newt stops it with his hand on rebound and closes it hard behind him. Liebling yawns and stretches on the sofa, unimpressed.]