Newt offers the other the smallest of smiles before digging into his pockets for a handkerchief for the other. He holds out the soft piece of cloth to the other.

"Sorry for what? It isn't as though telling me would have done anything, really. I'm not upset about that. I would have known eventually, which I have. Telling me, I think, wouldn't really prepare me anymore or any less," Newt replies softly. "There's no need to apologize."

He doesn't think it would matter. The way that he had witnessed it and how it settled on him. The heavy feeling would feel no less heavy. He wouldn't regret his actions of not spending more time with her when he had the chance any less.

"I'm sorry if anything. This has been weighing on you heavily since you've arrived here, hasn't it?" He's more concerned about his brother, who had held this secret close to his heart.