[Newt looks relieved on Joric's behalf. And a little on everyone else's behalf, too. He couldn't imagine just how hulked out the guy would be on a bad day; he's already got hercules-inspired muscles. But really, he gets it. He really, really does.]

... I get nervous about it, too. Kinda.

Mine's pretty stupid, though; I just... wake up freaking out, thinking that they somehow got back in my head again. Or that I was too ignorant to realize they never left. [He scoffs.] It's not the same situation at all, though. Like, you actually have reasons to worry.

But the medicine, it's working okay for you? It hasn't been getting harder to keep it back as time goes on, right? If it ever does, I'm sure Viv and Degar and anyone at the infirmary can work on strengthening your prescription a little more.

If you ever feel — y'know. Not at ease.

[Again, Newt can relate.

In fact, he has his own safety measures in place, to remind himself he's alone in his own head finally.]