Magizoologist
Credence stood in the little makeshift bedroom in a state of polite awe, his dark eyes were searching (albeit slowly and delicately) the shelves and curios of the place with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "it isn't much" Newt said quietly slapping a desktop near him with a kind of absent pride "but it's home". Credence knew that a suitcase wasn't a real home but he didn't feel like he was in any place to mention that, instead he watched Newt as he pottered around in the little room, smiling at some strange bat like creature that was hanging from a shelf. He seemed to finally remember that Credence was there, he turned back to him and with an enviable easy smile he muttered "come on I'll give you the tour." Newt led him out of the wooden room and through some kind of forest that had no business being in a brief case. On the way he pointed out various beasts and blurted facts about them, they passed a murtlap, a billywig and several bowtruckles like the one that lived in Newt coat. Newt named all of these but didn't give them much time, he did at one point offer to introduce him to Pickett (apparently that was the bowtruckle's name) but Credence politely declined, he struggled to handle humans let alone tiny tree men.
There was something enlightening about watching Newt, it almost gave him pleasure to see the man so at ease, so perfectly comfortable. It gave Credence hope that perhaps there was somewhere out there like this for him- A home. He dismissed the thought as they entered another part of the case, where many creatures lived in close proximity to each other, first Newt pointed out the Occamys "I found them in India, they're quite the sight aren't they" Credence agreed but he didn't say it, Newt insisted that they move on since the Occamy's were sleeping and that he'd introduce them better another time- which gave Credence and oddly warm feeling that he couldn't place. Newt then spent another half an hour tending to the niffler (a furry little creature surrounded by silver and gold) "Nifflers" he told Credence as he scratched the creatures belly much to it's delight "are covetous little things" He gestured to the glinting things around the little beast and added "attracted to anything that shines". They spent two hours this way, tending to the creatures in Newts case, occasionally Credence did lend a hand- he carried water or food but he continued to decline Newt's offer to touch them, both afraid of them and afraid that he might hurt them and cause Newt pain. For all the beasts were dazzling, their keeper was a far more interesting sight, Credence had never seen someone so gentle or with so much love in his eyes. Sometimes when he forgot Credence would there, he would mutter quietly to pickett (or perhaps to himself) or catch himself singing quietly under his breath. It made Credence ache with envy, Newt was so sure of himself here, so calm, Credence could never hope to know peace like that.
"so what do you think?" Newt asked while he was feeding the mooncalves (a particularly peaceful set of beasts). The question was an odd one for Credence, and there was an odd conflicted look in Newts eyes that seemed almost as if he expected Credence to devalue his beasts while also hoping beyond hope that he might see the beauty in them. "they're beautiful" Credence admitted, after all it was the truth, he'd never seen anything with such beauty in his life. Newt's grin was almost to bright to look at, his grey-blue eyes were brilliant with light, Credence didn't know people could be like that, filled with such light all the time. Eventually Newt got too tired to carry on, he was worried about sleeping and leaving Credence alone but when Credence insisted for the third time that he would be fine and Newt should get some sleep, he finally gave in. His beasts weren't dangerous- or so he swore. So he left Credence to wander the case provided he didn't touch anything (small chance of that in his current state of mind.) and retired upstairs to the little bed in the cabin.
The second Newt was gone, the room felt so empty. Credence hadn't realised, until he was alone, how very good to him Newt had been. He'd taken him in without a thought, made sure that he was secure and safe and as happy as he knew how to be. More than that, he'd introduced him to his creatures, to the thing he was most fond of and trusted him not to hurt them enough to let him see them on his own. But most of all, he was grateful that he didn't ask any questions. It must have been confusing and strange for Newt to have him just turn up on his doorstep like he had, and surely he must want to know how he survived the events of the previous week... the truth was that even if Newt asked, Credence couldn't answer. He remembered pain beyond belief, being torn apart, then reconnecting, becoming one again and finding himself in the only place he knew he could find help. On the doorstep of the man who'd tried to save his life.