He lets his eyes drift shut as he sighs contentedly, a small smile on his lips. The feel of her hand on his chest is so pleasant, and he doesn't know how he's gone so long these past years without craving this, wanting a touch like this. A chuckle sounds deep in his throat and he puts his hand over hers, brushing his fingers against her skin. "Guess I'm worse at this than you pretended to be." He feels her knee come to a rest gently against him, and he's amused by how careful she still is around him in so many ways, even though she tries to hide it for his sake. He knows it's mostly because he'd probably make a fuss otherwise but the fact that she knows this and accepts it and does her best to respect it all while still finding ways to take care of him just reinforces that he's got the best girlfriend ever.

He blinks an eye open, his dimples deepening at her description of him. And at the part about Danny being off-putting, Newt still finds it kind of hard to believe that he gets to handle a gun on a regular basis. "Yeah, think this guy deserves a medal for that last part. Is a points chart still on the table?" He shifts until their cheeks are practically touching, as if the closer she is, the safer he'll be from Round 2 of ghost-drifting. "But whoever he is, I get the weirdest sense that he'd say it was worth it."