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[driftsintobuffetline]

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2016
January 29 - Returning from Submarining
February 13 - What are you thoughts on MARRIAGE?
February 16 - Day 1, Soviet Occupied Import Cities
March 12 - They were supposed to talk about Miles and Greg, but talked about themselves instead
April 14th - Kinks, Tatts, and Power Suppression
June - Admiring the Ring
July 27 - Hermann's New Car
After the Kaiju Test - Need a New Apartment

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January 29, 2016

[driftsintobuffetline]

After Newt returns from war the submarine kidnapping.

Peace would be nice. I was getting kind of fond of peace.

[Newt stops just outside the doors of Starktech and looks up at the sky, out at the landscaping, at the cars and the birds and the city and the bustle of life. He had started to take it for granted again--peace, life, the world untarnished by Kaiju. Nine days with just a cell and other captives is a good reminder of how quickly life-as-you-know-it can disappear. He remembers vividly, holding Hermann after Mako vanished, the terrible, horrible feeling of 'at least they didn't take Hermann from me' and the realization that Hermann is life-as-Newt-knows-it.]

Come on, Herm. Let's go home.

[mathemagier]

Yes, alright.

[Home. No longer a silent apartment and an empty bed. It's the warmth of that statement and the returning hope that makes him wish he had a free hand to join with Newton's. Together in everything as they should be.

He considers attempting to send the laptop home, but as he expected, they don't have ten minutes. The cab pulls up in but a few and Hermann stands back to wait for Newton to open it as it's become customary. He could manage of course, but he'll hardly dissuade the man from thoughtful gestures.

The laptop goes on the seat, his cane propped just inside the door, and he can finally offer a hand to Newton once they're both settled in. Hermann instructs the driver to the apartments and leaning back, lets the tension drain from his body. It's an almost unbelievable relief just to have a solid, physical connection to Newton again.]

I am never going to let that happen again.

[driftsintobuffetline]

[ His hand firmly in Hermann's hold now, he thinks of how many times they've sat together in the back of a taxi since they've arrived in this world, how many arguments and companionable conversations, kisses and tears and shouting... but this is the first reunion. And hopefully only, Newt thinks, though there is one glaring issue to that wish. Instead, he will just hope every parting ends in another reunion because this is infinitely better than the alternative.

He almost asks 'what?' to be contrary or out of habit or what exactly, he's not sure. But he doesn't have to ask what. He's pretty sure he knows. There's so much conviction in that voice, laced with so much underlying pain, but Newt can't help arguing.]

That's all well and good, Hermann, but we didn't have a choice.

[mathemagier]

Yes, I'm very well aware of that.

[Because of course he is. It's obvious that none of them- but especially Newton- would never have chosen captivity. Knows his conviction flies in the face of false hope and isn't particularly logical.

But he still wants it. Wants it badly enough that he's willing to force into a reality with whatever means he has available to him- and perhaps even those he doesn't]

What I disliked most wasn't the distance, but the fact I couldn't find you. I knew that if only I had the coordinates, I could.. [He shakes his head] I... I searched Siberian landscapes, wrote countless formulas, gathered data on every base I found and scoured Russian coastlines, then began speculating on the Arctic. I never.. you were in Antarctica, Newton. It would have been the very last place I..

[Helplessness, despair, and with an overarching sense of failure, his fingers tighten around Newton's] Suffice to say it was.. very frustrating.

[driftsintobuffetline]

[ He doesn't say that he thought, however briefly, of Antarctica, because it wouldn't do them any good now. He had thought about it, but he'd also considered they could have been in the Pacific somewhere, the Arctic. Anywhere. He'd even, very very briefly (because he liked pet theories like that), contemplated that they weren't even with Russians. That they were maybe tucked away in a Great Lake, with Americans pretending to be Russians to incite something more political than he was able to comprehend at the time.

Hermann's words give him an idea, one he doesn't really want to voice until he has confirmation that it can and will be able to happen, because he doesn't want to give Hermann false hope. But he thinks he'll have to talk to a certain genius about nanotech. Hell, Newt would microchip himself like a damn dog if he thought it would stay.

But the heartbreak and failure seeping into him from Hermann across their connection is too much and he can't keep his mouth shut. Newt squeezes his hand back.]

I'll figure someth--We'll figure something out. Look, we'll find something that works. And keep trying until we find it. There has to be these...frustrations to incite change! 'Necessity is the mother of invention,' right? The necessity has been addressed, so we'll invent the necessary solution. You did everything you could with what you had, Hermann. Listen to me, Hermann: you. did. everything. you. could. This has always been a two-man job, right? K-science has always been this, us, two complimentary sides--three, really, if you want to include the Jaegers--but! But the point is! Your math can work miracles, but it has always been up to me [begrudging aside] (and the Jaegers) to get you that data. I failed you on that here, but I am going to make this work now, Hermann. I'm going to make sure you have your data.