[It feels like a promise, both secret and treasured, and Hermann returns the sentiment with a smile and another kiss. He's happy in a way he can't remember being in recent years, and it hits him then that he's in love. In love with the same man he's shared a lab with for years, squabbling over everything and nothing under the sun.
He rather imagines them orbiting one another in a strange dance that means they come together and grow apart, but never separate for long. And now he's more than happy to be drawn into his gravitational pull. He'll become the moon before long.
Yes, he's in love with this man. Just looking at him and the play of colors against his profile sends a warm rush of affection and fondness flooding across their connection.
I love you, he thinks but does not say, though the words feel like they're ready to burst from him and deafen all else. Instead he swallows and pulls Newton into a tight embrace, giving voice to gratitude that far exceeds its given meaning. But it feels like the real intention behind those paltry words might still translate through the drift]
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He rather imagines them orbiting one another in a strange dance that means they come together and grow apart, but never separate for long. And now he's more than happy to be drawn into his gravitational pull. He'll become the moon before long.
Yes, he's in love with this man. Just looking at him and the play of colors against his profile sends a warm rush of affection and fondness flooding across their connection.
I love you, he thinks but does not say, though the words feel like they're ready to burst from him and deafen all else. Instead he swallows and pulls Newton into a tight embrace, giving voice to gratitude that far exceeds its given meaning. But it feels like the real intention behind those paltry words might still translate through the drift]
Thank you, Newton.