[His gaze snaps up to hers, eyes full of worry. He'd been hoping for something soothing. Some kind of no, no Newt, you're just being silly. He's not sure what to say to that at first, so dazed by the response. So what he saw, it was real. Her looking nervous, her seemingly pulling back, even if only by subconscious thought.

But why? He feels his heartbeat quicken.]

Kilnan... I don't know. [She's being honest, and he should be, too. Now that he's doing so much better, medicated and without a nosebleed or migraine... Now that he knows he's okay (because he is okay, we are okay, aren't we, Newt?)] I don't remember you there. I remember a bunch of memories. I mean, I think it was a lot of — kaiju chases and bad bar nights and concerts... But I remember, toward the end, I —

All I can remember... feeling like I was alone and cold, and —

[Swallowing hard, he speaks in a low voice, his forehead still pressed against hers. He looks a little haunted as he speaks.]

Like nobody was ever coming back for me.