Consent, Hermann, is a wonderful thing. But I'm...taking that as consent. [Frown.] I guess. Sorry. Am I making this weird? I'm making this weird. I'm. Just. Going to...Go ahead and. Hug you before you change your mind.

[With some awkwardness in part because they were both sitting, and because now he had effectively made this weird, Newt scooted out to get a better angle and reached over, putting his arms around Hermann, giving him a firm squeeze and a pat on the back and before releasing him.] Thanks.