Newt gives him a stern look. "Yes. As my friend, you are totally obligated to, just like I would totally like, I don't know, give you motivational speeches while you're getting a new tattoo or something." He moves to join him on the couch, knocking Chuck's legs away so he can get comfortable, and it doesn't even occur to him that that might earn him a smack in the head. He's got too much running through his head to worry about that.

"That's fine, just don't let me like, buy a shirt with a clown on it or something. Not that I would? But you never know what could happen."