He quickly and hastily tugged an ever present handkerchief from his pocket and lifted it up to dab Hermann's eyes and then pressed it to his nose. What a mess, he thought fondly at the man as he forfeited the handkerchief over to Hermann. You are a disaster, just like me. We're alike, you and me. I'm definitely yours.

You're mine? ...Thank everything Hermann was his, because Newt couldn't do what Miles is doing, honorably fall on his sword and let the man he loves and with whom he shares a mind, love someone else.

"Wash your hands, dude, then come take a break. I know, I know. Dinner. It can wait. I want to talk to you. Nothing scary, nothing bad, promise."