He stopped her with a gentle touch to her arm. "Tina."

"Yeah, Newt?" She turned around, searching his eyes for an explanation.

"The first time we stood in this spot, on these stairs, your landlady-"

"Mrs. Esposito-" Tina interjected.

"Right, she asked you if you were alone. To which you responded that you were always alone. Why?"

"Because it's true," Tina gave a halfhearted laugh, turning away from his wondering eyes.

"Why do you say that, Tina?"

Tina shook her head in disbelief. "Newt, Queenie's always been the beautiful, popular sister, you can't deny it. Queen's always been better with people, more relaxed, sociable. You saw her with Jacob. And then there's me. I spent a lot of time alone at Ilvermorny, I was more focused on my studies than anything, and I guess that mindset just kind of stuck with me. I've always been more focused on my work and more driven than sociable. Not that I don't like being with people, it just never happened for me." She stared at a tear in the rug on the floor, pretending to be interested in the mundane pattern of brown and green squares.

"That's not true," Newt murmured.

"Excuse me?" She started.

"It's not true, that Queenie's the beautiful sister. You're more beautiful than you give yourself credit for, and frankly I don't quite understand how you don't see that. Admittedly, Queenie is beautiful, but Tina, she doesn't have your eyes, or that stray lock of hair that's always falling in your face. She's beautiful, but she's not you." He'd started off at a mumble, but quickly gained confidence as he became more determined that she know her worth, taking her hand in his and staring her deeply in the eyes.

"Perhaps this will prove my point," he stated simply. He closed the gap between them, kissing her hard and leaving her breathless. "Now Tina, dear, would I do that if I didn't think you were beautiful?"

She giggled, intertwining their hands with a grateful grin on her face. "Thank you."