He glanced down at Hermann's hand on his hip and bit back a teasing comment.
"Hermann. Hey. You've expressed adequately," he tried instead, but that blindly faithful failure to acknowledge faults was not him, not them, and Newt backpedaled. "Well, no, I mean, I'd like a bit more expressed, uh, but I'm not great at it either, and I didn't sign onto this expecting you'd be like a poet or something. Really. To be honest, Hermann, that we're even having this conversation and I'm not stocking up on Valentine's candy to drown my unrequited love with, is itself pretty miraculous. I could be deep in a box of truffles by now."
Before everything changed that evening in November, Newt figured he would have to just deal with it and hope it didn't get much worse. Looking back, he overestimated his ability to 'deal with it' and underestimated how much worse those feelings could get.
The giddiness slipped back into his tone and shined in his eyes. "You're going to have rein me in, you realize, if you want to pace this. Let's be real, Hermann. I tried, I tried valiantly and, logically, I could make the argument, but really? I don't know how much longer I was going to be able to resist the calls of 'put a ring on it'" which made Newt sound a lot braver than he was, which was just fine by him. Hermann didn't need to know he had been terrified that Hermann would say no and leave him forever just because Newt suggested such a thing. And had they actually agreed to marry? Or to discuss the 'M' word? Were they avoiding saying that one? He wasn't sure, but now that he'd said it, he couldn't avoid adding: "I swear to god, we should elope someday just to spite Hiro."
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Date: 2016-02-09 09:44 am (UTC)"Hermann. Hey. You've expressed adequately," he tried instead, but that blindly faithful failure to acknowledge faults was not him, not them, and Newt backpedaled. "Well, no, I mean, I'd like a bit more expressed, uh, but I'm not great at it either, and I didn't sign onto this expecting you'd be like a poet or something. Really. To be honest, Hermann, that we're even having this conversation and I'm not stocking up on Valentine's candy to drown my unrequited love with, is itself pretty miraculous. I could be deep in a box of truffles by now."
Before everything changed that evening in November, Newt figured he would have to just deal with it and hope it didn't get much worse. Looking back, he overestimated his ability to 'deal with it' and underestimated how much worse those feelings could get.
The giddiness slipped back into his tone and shined in his eyes. "You're going to have rein me in, you realize, if you want to pace this. Let's be real, Hermann. I tried, I tried valiantly and, logically, I could make the argument, but really? I don't know how much longer I was going to be able to resist the calls of 'put a ring on it'" which made Newt sound a lot braver than he was, which was just fine by him. Hermann didn't need to know he had been terrified that Hermann would say no and leave him forever just because Newt suggested such a thing. And had they actually agreed to marry? Or to discuss the 'M' word? Were they avoiding saying that one? He wasn't sure, but now that he'd said it, he couldn't avoid adding: "I swear to god, we should elope someday just to spite Hiro."