"Hey." He shook their joined hands. "Heeeeey, don't do the thing. I know I started it and I know we always DO that kind of thing, where we pessimistically examine stuff too closely, but let's just enjoy the scenery and the company and ...you know. Not think about the way the world works here or back home."

He pulled Hermann off to the side by the rail and turned to face him, running a hand up his arm, soothingly, as if warming him.

"I've got a really hot date who looks hella gay in his new scarf and I intend to take at least a dozen selfies on this bridge. And you're not allowed to be glowering about the Wall in any of them, okay?"