As newt stood aboard the ship bound for home (sunny old England) and watched saline waves beat up against the star port side already encrusted with barnacle and dusted with a sprinkling of rust, his thoughts were only of Tina (resigned as he was to the idea of losing Credence, the poor boy)
The abruptness of their parting after such an intensive and dare he say it, thrilling relationship, filled as it was with excitement and wonder stuck out to him in such a way that seeing her again was rather like an itch that he desperately wanted to allay with the swift application of the fingernails.
But now as the sea ever widened he was reminded by its glassy surface that seeing her again from his current position was an impossibility. she would by now, he thought solemnly, be back in her appartment with Queenie discussing anything and everything with the legilimense without even having to open her mouth.
These weren't thoughts his mind had conjoured much before, those of wonderment and longing for other people. He found he instead preferred to ruminate on what life with he and his beasts would be like if people were simply more accepting and knowledgeable about them.
speaking of the beasts his beloved Pickett just now stirred in his breast pocket, poking his head out which looked a little paler than usual.
Newt looked at the creature and smiled, or more allowed for an slight quirk of his lips.
"Seasick?" he whispered, taking a few moments to first check if any no-maj or indeed muggle was watching
"well we'll be back on dry land soon."
"I can understand though" he continued with another little smirk, reaching into his pocket to pluck the fellow out to gently place him on his hand "you're not used to all this water are you?"