[Newt startles slightly under the hand on his arm — not because he doesn't want Kovacs touching him, but because he too clearly hadn't seen it coming. His head tips toward the space where Kovac's fingers meet the skin of his wrist, but his stare when he looks back up is somewhere around Kovacs' left shoulder. Misjudging height, misjudging where the man's face would be.
Something about the way Kovacs says that makes his stomach burn cold.]
Um — n-no?
[He's not an idiot. The lightbulb moment isn't delayed. But he's gonna just sound stupid anyway, creaking out a nervous whine before his free hand gropes to rest over the crease of Kovac's elbow. He knows the answer, but he asks anyway:]
[ his breath stops short for a moment, and it's not hard to start putting the clues together, to consider what it is that might be happening here. he'd warned him about it, but kovacs had really wanted to believe that maybe it wouldn't be something so drastic, that maybe newt could get away with a small price.
he swallows, his other hand going over his friend's as he takes a careful step closer. ]
The lights are all on. Nothing's dark.
[ he says it plainly but dreads being the messenger. ]
If you can't see me, then ... then something's wrong with your sight.
[Well, Kovacs did warn him. That's the first, strangely numb thought he has. Newton had little doubt that his choice was the only real one — compared to returning home to the possibility of being re-possessed again, after killing people back on that train, fixing absolutely nothing. But even if it was his only choice, that didn't make what's piecing together any less violently shocking to his system.
Did the orb take my sight?
The orb apparently took his sight.
He tries to control his breaths, but he feels them quicken anyway.]
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit — [He clings to Kovacs' arm still, eyes wide and round behind his glasses, face turning a few shades paler, enough that his face is painted with brown freckles that nearly hadn't existed moments ago.] Oh shit! Takeshi, dude, I can't — I really can't see! Oh, fuck. What am I gonna — how am I gonna be able to work? How'm I supposed to —
[A wave of dizziness hits him, makes him sway on his heels.]
What do I do?! I can't stay like this!
[Hindsight will be a bitch, when his eyesight does return. Right now, though, he's reeling from the thought that he may never see any of their faces again.]
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Something about the way Kovacs says that makes his stomach burn cold.]
Um — n-no?
[He's not an idiot. The lightbulb moment isn't delayed. But he's gonna just sound stupid anyway, creaking out a nervous whine before his free hand gropes to rest over the crease of Kovac's elbow. He knows the answer, but he asks anyway:]
Should I be seeing you right now?
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he swallows, his other hand going over his friend's as he takes a careful step closer. ]
The lights are all on. Nothing's dark.
[ he says it plainly but dreads being the messenger. ]
If you can't see me, then ... then something's wrong with your sight.
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Did the orb take my sight?
The orb apparently took his sight.
He tries to control his breaths, but he feels them quicken anyway.]
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit — [He clings to Kovacs' arm still, eyes wide and round behind his glasses, face turning a few shades paler, enough that his face is painted with brown freckles that nearly hadn't existed moments ago.] Oh shit! Takeshi, dude, I can't — I really can't see! Oh, fuck. What am I gonna — how am I gonna be able to work? How'm I supposed to —
[A wave of dizziness hits him, makes him sway on his heels.]
What do I do?! I can't stay like this!
[Hindsight will be a bitch, when his eyesight does return. Right now, though, he's reeling from the thought that he may never see any of their faces again.]