[Hermann's tears are terrifyingly familiar and new and Newt starts crying then, too, overwhelmed by his own multitude of emotions. It's no resolution and he still wants to hide because, fuck, he's a wreck, he's such a wreck, what does Hermann think of him now? He's a disappointment and a screw up and, god Hermann don't cry, please don't. Newt doesn't have sorries enough--

But those words are an echoing gavel of finality and Newt can't take it. He hates and resents a door slammed in his face and instead of flight, Hermann kicks up the anger and fight still in him. It pisses him off--mostly because it is his own fault that they've hit this roadblock and he refuses to let it be his brain--he is NOT crazy--that makes this thing between them not work. Newt grabs a throw pillow and lobs it over Hermann's shoulder and towards the wall with something like a screech.]

FUCK NO! You are NOT the only vote here, Hermann, and that was MY memory, my fault! If I want to go again, we're going again! You do not get to be the only one this worked for-- If we didn't give up against the Kaiju, we're not giving up now.

[He impulsively reached for Hermann, sniffed, and managed an angry, teary determination.] Fuck it. Gimme your hand. I'll get it right.