[Ah, right. Now he has to actually say it. Which is, of course, the hard part. All this time he's kept it to himself, though for differing reasons, buried it deep and left it there. Because what else was he supposed to do with it? It was never going to go anywhere.

He takes a minute shuffling and then standing up straight, and then letting his shoulders sag again.

He sighs. Might as well start at the beginning then, right?]

When we were younger. Before we met, you know, face to face. [He can't bring himself to make eye contact.]

You were the first person I ever... connected to, in that way. You were probably my first close friend. [Which should be embarrassing to admit, but it's not like Newt doesn't already know that, probably.]

At some point I realized I might- That there might be an inkling of something else involved. I don't know what you'd call it. Affection, maybe. [Or something stronger if you're not a coward.]

I never said anything, of course. What was I supposed to say? There was never any indication that it might be shared. [He's talking too much. He knows he's talking too much.]

And then when we did meet, well, you know how that went. I let it go, I suppose. There was nothing else to do with it.