Newt's a terrible liar, mostly because it's rare that he can keep things to himself unless there are exceptional circumstances, and sometimes it allows him to be see right through others' lies, too. In this case, Jesse might as well have the word 'lie' tattooed in all caps on his forehead. "I've used that one before," Newt tells him, keeping his eyes on the rings and his voice even. If Jesse doesn't want to talk about it, Newt's not going to make him; but he hopes that hint of willingness to lend an ear comes through in his tone. He still feels so much gratitude toward Jesse for being the one to find Kate alive in that casket, even though it's not like Jesse--or anyone, for that matter--would have just left here there. Newt may not be the best person to go to for empathy, but he's definitely good for a drink and a chat.

"It is," he says nodding, finally looking back up at Jesse. He wrings his hands, suddenly feeling very under the microscope even though Jesse doesn't sound like he's judging at all--something Newt hadn't known he'd be thankful for until right this second, especially from a good friend of Kate's. "I just, y'know, need to figure out which one. And hey, this probably goes without saying but, uh... Don't tell her you saw me here, okay? I know I'm going to ask her but that's about all I know. The when is a little more up in the air."