"So." Josh wanted to ask Newt a few things when he saw him at the library. "How are things going with Amy?"
"What?" Newt looked at him funny as if he hadn't a clue what he was going on about.
Josh noticed Newt's face. Something had happened. He looked a bit out of it. His right eye had been darken by a blow and his face was a bit scabbed.
"You and Amy been at it? I have to admit, I never made her that bitter to do me in." Josh smiled.
"Don't be a nutter," Newt went about his work. "I'd rather you leave it alone."
"All right," Josh sighed. "But you could tell me what's going on. I'd be there for you. I would."
"You've got Simon to take care of." Newt sighed, remaining indifferent.
"Why do you have to be such a mystery, mate?" Josh went to get more fiction books to put away.
"I'd rather not be a bother," Newt said.
"You're not." Josh shrugged looking back at Newt.
"Thanks for putting up with the whole Amy thing," Newt then said. "Sorry, I forgot about you two. It was ages ago."
"Like a life time." Josh added. "Simon's OK about it."
"Good," Newt almost smiled. "I'd hate to start a row."
"Oh really," Josh nudged. "I thought it was your game plan to break us up."
"Not hardly," Newt rolled his eyes, getting up on a ladder then to put some books on the highest shelf. "You two have to be the only normal ones I know."
"Then thank you, Newt," Josh smiled looking up at him. "Guess, Simon and I will just have to work twice as hard to make you normal. You know, if you need a place to crash our sofa's always there for you."
"Really?" Newt almost looked pleased.