Oh, he understands it. When Bertolt talks about the way his stomach flips and squirms, he understands it, because it is the same for him each time Mr Newt looks or smiles at him. It makes him feel warm and fuzzy all over, his skin tingling and his brain tumbling over itself.
Now if only he could get it to stop. But that is neither here nor there. No sense in bothering Bertolt with that.]
Who is she? You never told me her name. Did you meet her in Blackthorn?
Voice;
Oh, he understands it. When Bertolt talks about the way his stomach flips and squirms, he understands it, because it is the same for him each time Mr Newt looks or smiles at him. It makes him feel warm and fuzzy all over, his skin tingling and his brain tumbling over itself.
Now if only he could get it to stop. But that is neither here nor there. No sense in bothering Bertolt with that.]
Who is she? You never told me her name. Did you meet her in Blackthorn?