Looping an arm around Newton's shoulders, Hermann pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"I love you, Newton," he said just in case. His arm lowered to encircle his waist. "I know I don't say so enough, but when I do, know that I mean it with utmost sincerity. That in that given moment, I can think of nothing more articulate or sincere to express as much. And occasionally, it still feels woefully inadequate. I can only hope the Drift can communicate even half of the affection I'm struck with at times."