[Newt is suspiciously slow at batting at the hand in his hair, as if maybe he's a chump who will always love when someone treats him like they care about him. If he's smiling slightly, nobody has to point it out, right? Right.]

Pffft. You're a genius superhero-type time traveler who helps fix worlds, ships, and everything in-between, all while lasting longer than the Duracell Bunny.

I'm pretty sure matching that is a little tough for us humans.

[He turns his expression toward the horizon himself, hands fidgeting in his lap.

There's a hangnail to obsessively pick at until a band-aid's needed, after all.]

Besides, I haven't been feeling all that 'brilliant' these days.

... Maybe more like a crumpled up sock that just missed the hamper.