"I do, yes," Newt says quickly. It's entirely baffling to him at times how few people understand what it entails to do the sort of field work he has. It isn't as if he can simply go door to door asking about magical creatures that most would simply exterminate out of habit. Or worse.

Theseus worried for a time, but his worry manifested in different ways. It came in teaching him hexes and jinxes. In teaching him how to defend himself against the sort of people he would likely come across in this path that he chose.

At her huff to his suggestion, he found himself glancing towards her face a moment. "It wouldn't be any difficulty for me, really."

Newt nodded at her offer. "Yes, I know. I just---" He stopped. He had stayed with the Goldsteins for nearly a week before his ship departed New York. They'd had dinner virtually every night together. Why exactly was it that he found himself so hesitant now? It wasn't as if the entire village lived in the same place as they did. "I suppose stopping in once or twice wouldn't hurt."