"God. Why did I marry a mathematician. So fucking literal," he scolded, stealing a kiss on Hermann's cheek and snapping another photo with his phone. "And I like the scarf," he murmured conspiratorially, shifting around to face him and bumping their noses together. "It'll hide the hickies when I finally decide to let you out of the hotel room again. You'll look back and love it."
The knit was soft and the rainbow was incongruent with Hermann's otherwise toned down attire, but Newt patted it down into place lovingly with his left hand, and stopped to admire the faint reflection on his ring.
His ring. A year ago, they were in Hong Kong--where it all ended, where they Drifted and THEY started. Where Hermann first said he'd go with Newt, and they first said I love you. But honestly, THEY began here, in San Francisco, when Trespasser emerged. When the world changed and there became a reason for a biologist and Kaiju Groupie in Cambridge, Massachusetts to write a letter to a mathematician in Britain. So many people had died, but he had found Hermann--
"Assuming I let you out of the hotel room at all."
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The knit was soft and the rainbow was incongruent with Hermann's otherwise toned down attire, but Newt patted it down into place lovingly with his left hand, and stopped to admire the faint reflection on his ring.
His ring. A year ago, they were in Hong Kong--where it all ended, where they Drifted and THEY started. Where Hermann first said he'd go with Newt, and they first said I love you. But honestly, THEY began here, in San Francisco, when Trespasser emerged. When the world changed and there became a reason for a biologist and Kaiju Groupie in Cambridge, Massachusetts to write a letter to a mathematician in Britain. So many people had died, but he had found Hermann--
"Assuming I let you out of the hotel room at all."