Newt's not at all wounded by the tone of her voice; he can understand all the boiling hurt she must be feeling.

"It was...Rough," he admits. "But we were different for you two. The was only two of us, so we just had to figure ourselves out. We didn't have anyone else's feelings to worry about." His eyes narrow slightly, his head tilting as he considers her. "What do you want, Rosie? If everything turns out the way that it feels it's supposed to."