Yes, mom. [He rolled his eyes but went to work tidying up and finding himself a clean shirt to wear.
It wasn't a date--it sounded perfectly normal to Newt, who wasn't trying to think of this as anything more than a natural evolutionary process, a hopeful step in a new direction. They no longer had to think of themselves as coworkers, as lab partners. They were Best Friends. He had known Hermann, in some manner, for a third of his lifetime. By now, war over, they could socialize outside. In public. Like normal people did. He could ask Hermann to coffee, Newt thought, hoped, and not have to feel like he was trying too hard, being too friendly, being too much and too desperate, that he'd scare this new friend away. Or he wanted to think that way. Anxiety wasn't quite letting him, but he wanted to think he could be a friend while still being himself.
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It wasn't a date--it sounded perfectly normal to Newt, who wasn't trying to think of this as anything more than a natural evolutionary process, a hopeful step in a new direction. They no longer had to think of themselves as coworkers, as lab partners. They were Best Friends. He had known Hermann, in some manner, for a third of his lifetime. By now, war over, they could socialize outside. In public. Like normal people did. He could ask Hermann to coffee, Newt thought, hoped, and not have to feel like he was trying too hard, being too friendly, being too much and too desperate, that he'd scare this new friend away. Or he wanted to think that way. Anxiety wasn't quite letting him, but he wanted to think he could be a friend while still being himself.
Dammit, he just wanted to hang out with Hermann.]