This whole thing is stupid. It had been from the start, when he'd picked a fight on New Year's for reasons he doesn't even remember now and took an unexpected fist to the face for it; it was when he realized that he'd chipped a goddamn tooth in the process; it is now, waiting to see a dentist whose last name suspiciously rhymes with their profession, Newt's recommendation just a little too glowing. Over these past few years, he's found that it isn't really even strange anymore, the fact that they're friends now, Newt as much of one as he's ever had, but he also knows that sometimes Newt saying they should do a thing is every reason they shouldn't do that thing.

It's too late to back out now, though, and for all he knows, he's making too much out of nothing, finding a way to shift the blame when it is probably his own fault he's in this position in the first place. Trying to explain that isn't something he's looking forward to, either. For now, though, sitting and waiting, he turns towards Newt, trademark scowl in place. "If they wind up robbing me blind," he says, "you're paying me back for it."