Kavinsky returned to the couch as well and curled himself up, as small as he could make himself, into that corner. He watched Newt, just tried to breathe.

"No," Kavinsky promised. "No--I'm sorry. I'll be better. I--I don't know, maybe I've got a...a problem, or something. I'll talk to someone. I just..."

He heaved a huge sigh and closed his arms around his knees. "I want to fix this. You mean everything to me, Newt. I wouldn't have married you if that wasn't true. I wouldn't have told you what I did. I know it hurts, but you deserve me being honest."