[Newt had shifted from sad to sad and embarrassed, now that some time has passed from his kneejerk sad journal entry on the network; he does try to tell himself it was totally worth it, and y'know, maybe it was, but it was still kind of embarrassing in hindsight. (What, Newt Geiszler, being embarrassed about something in hindsight? It's more likely than you'd think.)
He's at least not a totally disheveled mess like he was the first night back, and as he opens the door he'd already been dressed up and ready to be a productive member of the station — one that hadn't been expecting company. As he looks between Rita and the cake, he's a little lost —
Oh. Oh!
And just like that, his expression brightens as he takes the gift in hand.]
Whoa, whoa! Wait — you made me a valentine's day present?
[This man has 6 PhDs, but apparently he needs the obvious reverified.]
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He's at least not a totally disheveled mess like he was the first night back, and as he opens the door he'd already been dressed up and ready to be a productive member of the station — one that hadn't been expecting company. As he looks between Rita and the cake, he's a little lost —
Oh. Oh!
And just like that, his expression brightens as he takes the gift in hand.]
Whoa, whoa! Wait — you made me a valentine's day present?
[This man has 6 PhDs, but apparently he needs the obvious reverified.]