He clings to Hermann's jacket and kisses him back. He's determined, refuses to lose his sanity to this Occupation, refuses to lose Hermann to this mess. This is what he is willing to fight for. This man, this home, this love. They can't lose this. The Russians can do their worst, but Newt refuses to let them take Hermann from him--in mind, body, or soul.
"You're stuck with me, Hermann. They can't take that way. We're fighters, we're scrappy. We'll keep getting up. They're not going to destroy us."
Behind Hermann's back, Newt's hands meet each other and he twists the pinkie ring with some consideration. Finally, he pulls the ring from his finger and brings his hand up between them, a little too high for Newt, but about eye-level for Hermann, the silver skull pinkie-ring pinched between his thumb and index finger.
He takes a deep breath, licks his lips.
Marry me. Here, now, marry me. I don't believe in God, but in the sight of whatever deity you want, marry me.
His heart hammers in his chest.
Newt parts his lips to speak. Stops.
This is giving up. This is resignation to the thought that they can lose, and they had NEVER... Newt hadn't even said goodbye to his father and uncle because (he isn't superstitious) that meant he wasn't coming back. And he was. He is. And he will do this right, on bended knee, with a proper ring.
Because he has to believe they have time.
"Wear it." There is the rise of a question to the end of that statement. "I, uh, if we get separated during the seminar, I want you to have it, have something of mine--" because our connection will be weakened, I want to still be connected to you. "You kept--keep--me grounded, Hermann, through the Drift. I'll be your tether to reality, too."
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Date: 2016-03-04 08:46 am (UTC)"You're stuck with me, Hermann. They can't take that way. We're fighters, we're scrappy. We'll keep getting up. They're not going to destroy us."
Behind Hermann's back, Newt's hands meet each other and he twists the pinkie ring with some consideration. Finally, he pulls the ring from his finger and brings his hand up between them, a little too high for Newt, but about eye-level for Hermann, the silver skull pinkie-ring pinched between his thumb and index finger.
He takes a deep breath, licks his lips.
Marry me. Here, now, marry me. I don't believe in God, but in the sight of whatever deity you want, marry me.
His heart hammers in his chest.
Newt parts his lips to speak. Stops.
This is giving up. This is resignation to the thought that they can lose, and they had NEVER... Newt hadn't even said goodbye to his father and uncle because (he isn't superstitious) that meant he wasn't coming back. And he was. He is. And he will do this right, on bended knee, with a proper ring.
Because he has to believe they have time.
"Wear it." There is the rise of a question to the end of that statement. "I, uh, if we get separated during the seminar, I want you to have it, have something of mine--" because our connection will be weakened, I want to still be connected to you. "You kept--keep--me grounded, Hermann, through the Drift. I'll be your tether to reality, too."