(Newt starts to laugh and turns his head away, his cheeks going a little bit red. He really didn't think he'd ever get used to compliments like that. Once he resumed a bit of self-control, he walked himself closer to Peter.)

I hope you know that it was your weird fascination with my hair that made me really. I dunno. Think about things. I mean, I know that sounds bloody idiotic but no one's complimented me the way you have. No one's ever flirted with me. I never knew what to do with the things you said and for such a long time, well, honestly up until the mirror thing, I mostly thought you were just teasing and joking with me.

(He snorts a bit at himself, at Peter.)

And this entire time I was just silently pining over a boy who hasn't got a single clue about his own value and is so bloody gorgeous that I could just die happy looking at you.