Vague impressions--memories? no, not memories...--of Germany danced through his head. Them. The two of them, together, in a life that was not perfect, but was beautiful because they were together and he half-laughed, half-cried as he had the thought of himself in white and wanted to argue that'd be Hermann--but no, no that was perfect, yes, Newt would be in white because it was Hermann's dream wedding and Hermann was good at planning and--

I love you, too. And I try to stop doubting.

His voice was surprisingly soft for Newt. "Hey, dude, it's okay. It's okay." He kissed Hermann's cheek. "We can take our time here. We have lots of time. We have a lot of time and I am still going to do take you on all sorts of dates and it'll be awesome."

And then, because Newt had trouble with stopping his mouth once the words started, he added, "Just pretend I wasn't super cheesy and didn't do this around Valentine's Day? Just, I couldn't get it out of my head and I had been meaning to ask you and then there was this guy on the phone talking about the ring he bought and I thought of this again and I thought I could be subtle enough--I know it's only been two months and that's what I told Joaquin and Hiro..."