Finally looked away from their hands to Newton's expression and tried to piece together what was going on in the man's head. Rarely an easy endeavor, even with the drift cluing him into his emotions. Of which there were always many, and all hopelessly tangled with his own.
Was that what he was after? Gauging his interest in marriage to forecast where he fit into his future? Well he didn't exactly give him a wonderful picture, but he'd never been an optimist. He would deteriorate at an accelerated pace and likely experience the health complications of a man twenty years older than himself. Who knew when he'd stop walking?
Admittedly, marriage had always been an unlikely prospect.
But he'd thought about it not long ago. While Newton was in captivity and he'd spent those lonely nights tossing and hating the emptiness of his own being. Thought about how desperately he never wanted to live like that again when he returned and realized it meant that not only was he inescapably bound to Newton, that he didn't want anything less. But was that real, or just impressions leftover from a silent drift?
Suddenly he held a much higher respect for Raleigh Becket.
Germany.
Like Newton expected to go with him. Which of course he did. They were in a relationship now with no plans to separate. So if neither of them ever married, they'd both retire? Newton wanted to look after him, even in the later stages of his disease? Or was he perhaps hoping there was a future wherein they married one another? Which version of reality were they even discussing?
Hermann didn't have answers for any of it, only questions of his own. He raised a gentle hand to Newton's face, brushing over the stubble across his jaw and tipped his chin up.
"I always imagined my home town.. I loved it as a child, and my visit last year was a reminder of just how much I've missed it. But it wouldn't be pleasant for you. I'll lose my mobility and independence, perhaps even lose my mind." And it was that last possibility that frightened him most. Without his mind, all that was left would be nothing more than a shell of who he had been.
"Are you telling me you'd stay through all of that? You, a person that can't wait ten minutes for water to boil properly."
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Finally looked away from their hands to Newton's expression and tried to piece together what was going on in the man's head. Rarely an easy endeavor, even with the drift cluing him into his emotions. Of which there were always many, and all hopelessly tangled with his own.
Was that what he was after? Gauging his interest in marriage to forecast where he fit into his future? Well he didn't exactly give him a wonderful picture, but he'd never been an optimist. He would deteriorate at an accelerated pace and likely experience the health complications of a man twenty years older than himself. Who knew when he'd stop walking?
Admittedly, marriage had always been an unlikely prospect.
But he'd thought about it not long ago. While Newton was in captivity and he'd spent those lonely nights tossing and hating the emptiness of his own being. Thought about how desperately he never wanted to live like that again when he returned and realized it meant that not only was he inescapably bound to Newton, that he didn't want anything less. But was that real, or just impressions leftover from a silent drift?
Suddenly he held a much higher respect for Raleigh Becket.
Germany.
Like Newton expected to go with him. Which of course he did. They were in a relationship now with no plans to separate. So if neither of them ever married, they'd both retire? Newton wanted to look after him, even in the later stages of his disease? Or was he perhaps hoping there was a future wherein they married one another? Which version of reality were they even discussing?
Hermann didn't have answers for any of it, only questions of his own. He raised a gentle hand to Newton's face, brushing over the stubble across his jaw and tipped his chin up.
"I always imagined my home town.. I loved it as a child, and my visit last year was a reminder of just how much I've missed it. But it wouldn't be pleasant for you. I'll lose my mobility and independence, perhaps even lose my mind." And it was that last possibility that frightened him most. Without his mind, all that was left would be nothing more than a shell of who he had been.
"Are you telling me you'd stay through all of that? You, a person that can't wait ten minutes for water to boil properly."