It was endlessly humbling every time he took the time to think about just how much Newton loved him. To the extent that he'd rather have fleeting moments of lucidity between what would likely otherwise be a cantankerous old man, than marry someone with considerably less pre-existing health conditions.

Hermann hummed amusement.

"Yes, I'm rather certain that's love, Newton. It's even a traditional clause in the vows."

Not that they gave traditional vows, but that particular vow had already been pledged anyway. It was every time he had difficulty getting around their apartment unaided, or every time the Drift colored over with Newton's flawed brain chemistry and skewed emotional norms for awhile.

"You are very romantic and sweet, Newton. And quite gay, if your choice of scarf is any indication."