Children. Something icy and fearful ran through his veins and he glanced over to find Liebling cleaning herself on the cushion they had finally forfeited to her. Newt looked down at their joined hands and tried to be brave, tried to remember he had a shot.
"We all deteriorate, Hermann. It's called aging. Sometimes the unexpected happens, too, like someone gets hit by a car. But when you sign on to marry another person, I don't know, I think you're supposed to read the terms-of-service and check the box that says 'in sickness and in health' and then 'I do' and so, I mean--" He shrugged. Newt knew what he meant; he didn't know if Hermann knew what he meant, but he hoped it was clear. "It's supposed to be kind of a contract, you know. Or not a contract, that sounds too legal. A pact. A, uh, handshake."
He was starting to feel nervous and sad and a little ill in his stomach from worry knotting it up and, emotionally, it was hard to tell who began and ended where. He decided to go for broke. "Where are we going to live in Germany?"
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"We all deteriorate, Hermann. It's called aging. Sometimes the unexpected happens, too, like someone gets hit by a car. But when you sign on to marry another person, I don't know, I think you're supposed to read the terms-of-service and check the box that says 'in sickness and in health' and then 'I do' and so, I mean--" He shrugged. Newt knew what he meant; he didn't know if Hermann knew what he meant, but he hoped it was clear. "It's supposed to be kind of a contract, you know. Or not a contract, that sounds too legal. A pact. A, uh, handshake."
He was starting to feel nervous and sad and a little ill in his stomach from worry knotting it up and, emotionally, it was hard to tell who began and ended where. He decided to go for broke. "Where are we going to live in Germany?"