"You..." If he looked shocked, he was, but the smile would absolutely not leave his face, no matter how astounded the expression. "You want to court me? Hermann, that's--it's twenty-fif--twenty-sixteen, it's 2016 now and you're talking about courting me like I'm, we're some--" He gave a breathless laugh in wonderment and looked down at their hands, wriggling his fingers to enjoy the feel of Hermann's hand in his as he singsonged: "You want to court me... We're gonna go steady~"
Hermann had no need to court him, not when Newt was already his, hook line and sinker. But Hermann was going to anyway. What was that like? What was it like when it was Hermann, who withheld his emotions until they were fit to burst?
"You want to court me," he repeated, softly, quietly, like he was saying the words aloud just to hear them again and commit them to reality.
"Okay, okay, so how're we defining 'properly' here?" He shifted closer and sat up straighter, freeing one hand to straighten his glasses and trying to give this due serious consideration. But he was also nervous, in a happy, giddy way, and feeling far too sentimental to be considered legal, and Newt failingly tried to mask it behind humor. "I mean, are we courting with Victorian sensibilities, like do we need to get ourselves a chaperon and separate rooms again, what are we looking at?" He laughed, his voice raising in mirth. "Are there rituals? A guy's gotta ask."
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Date: 2016-02-09 06:18 am (UTC)Hermann had no need to court him, not when Newt was already his, hook line and sinker. But Hermann was going to anyway. What was that like? What was it like when it was Hermann, who withheld his emotions until they were fit to burst?
"You want to court me," he repeated, softly, quietly, like he was saying the words aloud just to hear them again and commit them to reality.
"Okay, okay, so how're we defining 'properly' here?" He shifted closer and sat up straighter, freeing one hand to straighten his glasses and trying to give this due serious consideration. But he was also nervous, in a happy, giddy way, and feeling far too sentimental to be considered legal, and Newt failingly tried to mask it behind humor. "I mean, are we courting with Victorian sensibilities, like do we need to get ourselves a chaperon and separate rooms again, what are we looking at?" He laughed, his voice raising in mirth. "Are there rituals? A guy's gotta ask."