[If Hermann hadn't, Newt would have. The memory link fades and Newt is left with their chalkboard walls and their comfortable couch, and Hermann's feelings filling him up to the brim, colliding with his own overwhelming sense of love and respect and admiration and he pulls his hand from Hermann's to touch his face as they kiss, and to hold him there when they stop and he rests his forehead against Hermann's.

I'm sorry, he thinks. I'm sorry I doubted. Even with the proof, it's still so hard to believe he really has something THAT good, someone who loves him that much, but here's the proof, in his arms, in his head, and here's Hermann who hasn't left him yet, despite the many reasons to.

He looks down at Hermann's wrist, at the watch, and smiles softly.]

I'm...sorry I doubted you might feel the same.

We're gonna have trouble topping Hong Kong. Obviously this was not even an idea at the time, but sometimes I think now that I should have married you there.