Newt shakes his head so hard that it nearly makes him throw up. He takes a moment to compose himself, taking this time to trip back over to the bar to gulp down some water. He turns back to Sawyer with a goofy smile. "No, dude, I will totally remember, okay?" He taps at his temple and gives Sawyer a look that implies that he should clearly understand what Newt's trying to say. "I'm a genius. But if you wanna like, write your name down for me or whatever, I'll swing by with a fruit basket or something." He really wants to remember, he really does. If he's not going to get out of Darrow anytime soon, he wants to be able to make friends in a way he hadn't had the luxury to back at the 'Dome. He'd been way too busy, too focused on his work to care about what most people thought about him, not that he'd ever really felt lonely, he'd always had Hermann and he got way too much of a thrill out of being elbow-deep in kaiju to cry into his pillow about not having a million friends. Still, the fact that he might be making some here, now, is... Well, it's just nice.

He squints as Sawyer crouches down and even through the hazy cloud that is his mind, he's pretty sure this is a thing that has the potential to be so humiliating. But he's wobbling in place and is finding it hard to remember how to find his balance, so he practically falls forward onto Sawyer's back with a loud oof and drapes his arms over Sawyer's shoulders. "We never talk about this ever, 'kay?"