[The pillow sails past him in a fit of either poor aim or some remnant of consideration. He's not sure which he prefers in the moment.
Hermann snatches his hand back and holds both of them against his chest, levels Newton with a glare that feels ineffective in the wake of tears. Other parts of him are easily within reach of course, and he doesn't know the extent of the rules about contact]
No, Newton! For god's sake, this isn't just about you. We're both volatile, and this was a terrible idea.
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Hermann snatches his hand back and holds both of them against his chest, levels Newton with a glare that feels ineffective in the wake of tears. Other parts of him are easily within reach of course, and he doesn't know the extent of the rules about contact]
No, Newton! For god's sake, this isn't just about you. We're both volatile, and this was a terrible idea.