Newt slammed the door to the Goldstein's apartment, trying to ignore the man that was in his own apartment.

He slammed his fist into the wall, trying to release his frustration.

"Newt?" Tina asked, walking into the room, startled by the noise.

Newt turned, flustered.

"Hi. Sorry about that. I umm." He stammered, trying to find an excuse for his aggression.

Tina just rubbed his back comfortingly.

"Why don't you talk to me?" she asked.

He just shook his head and muttered, annoyed.

"He'll be gone in the morning though." He said. To him it was a comfort. The guys you flirted with never lasted more than a week and that was a comfort to him. He knew that he had no right to, but he hated when you were with other men. It made him feel angry and sick and sad, very, very sad. And each time it ended, he felt relieved, as though he knew he hadn't lost you yet.

"Is this about Y/N?" Tina asked.

Newt nodded, his mind far away.

"The guys she brings home?"

Newt nodded again.

"You worried?" Tina asked.

Newt nodded, leaning into the side of the couch and closing his eyes.

He was asleep by the time Jacob came in.

"Hey. What's he doing here again? Don't get me wrong I'm happy to see him, but when he's in here like this, late at night, something's wrong." He said.

"Yes. I figured it out. He finally told me. It's Y/N."

"Y/N? How so?" Jacob asked.

"She's always flirting with men and bringing them home, which is disruptive to Newt's sleep, but he's also worried about her. I think he wants her to be happy and find someone she can settle down with." Tina said.

Jacob nodded.

"Ok then, well I know what we can do." Jacob said.