[Something in her panics. She's not sure why, but this registers as a goodbye. She wants to tell him to wait, to keep talking. But she isn't going to force him to keep talking when he clearly is pressing her to go back to bed and snog the Doctor.]
I'm holding you to that.
[There's a pause, and then -]
We're not, by the way. Snogging. It's not like that.
[But she leaves things there, because she realizes her saying "It's not like that" sounds like denial.]
Goodnight, Newt.
[And she leaves it at that, cutting her end of the feed.]
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I'm holding you to that.
[There's a pause, and then -]
We're not, by the way. Snogging. It's not like that.
[But she leaves things there, because she realizes her saying "It's not like that" sounds like denial.]
Goodnight, Newt.
[And she leaves it at that, cutting her end of the feed.]
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(He's been told he's fine, and so he must be.)
He smiles fondly.]
... 'Night, Stargirl.
[When he hangs up, he sits and watches the walls for a while.]