Penny chuckled gently, leaning in to Charlie, filled with affection for him. She always was, always had been, really. He was a lovely man. And holding his hand was sturdy, and nice.
"You're silly," she said. "And I'll remind you just to hear you laugh about it." Penny lay her cheek upon his shoulder, still smiling. "You look drunk, Charlie. We should have known each other in school, gotten drunk together-" Penny rolled her eyes then. That had been what had brought Newt into this world in the first place.