"Mom. Mom. Mom, for God sake, stop staring at the man!" Newt hissed anxiously as he tried to turn his mom away from Crowley, timidly raising his hand in apology. Oh God, he just saw his colleagues nipples and tattoos. Would he actually find a way to get beaten up at work? Would he be the first guy to ever have that happen to him at a fucking garden centre by a workmate?
"Sorry! So sorry, we'll leave you to it. See you later, I suppose." Newt sheepishly tried to cover for himself, wishing his mom wasn't trying to help him. He didn't need help, he could do this, he could get through a six hour shift no problem.
Turning to her, he looked absolutely desperate. "You can go now, mom."
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"Sorry! So sorry, we'll leave you to it. See you later, I suppose." Newt sheepishly tried to cover for himself, wishing his mom wasn't trying to help him. He didn't need help, he could do this, he could get through a six hour shift no problem.
Turning to her, he looked absolutely desperate. "You can go now, mom."