The fact that there even was an again involved in this made Kavinsky's stomach twist into painful knots. He nodded quietly, blew out a breath and slowly straightened.

"I'll talk to Peter tomorrow, tell him I can't--" His voice hitched, and he stopped, then shook his head. "I'll talk to him tomorrow. I doubt I'll need to talk to Jack."

He looked at Newt, and his voice was curious, cautious. "Can I still be friends with them? If we, like. Hang out here? Maybe not right now, you know, but. But in a while?"