Oh, no. You killed a monster and possibly saved my life in the same instant. I am so convinced.

(It's actually a little nice to be like this again with the guy. Not that it was about to last but...

Newt idly rests a hand over Peter's. Totally not holding it just you know. Acknowledging its presence. With his own hand.

He's watching Peter, biting at the inside of his own mouth. Eventually, he clears his throat.)

Ah...Peter. I know I'm- uh. Keeping you up and stuff at night. I can sleep in another room at night. It's okay, I really don't mind. Just cause I can't sleep doesn't mean you shouldn't either.