I'm actually serious that I need to go somewhere, because fucked if there can be a giant wolf prancing around town on the regular. But I don't give a shit about the tunnels. I went because you wanted to find a way out, and that's the only time I can help you.

[to be honest, peter doesn't look at newt and see the terrible hair and the bags under his eyes or the way his collarbones stick out too far. he just sees newt, and newt had been determined to find a way out.]