[Not excessively irritating. Hermann was such a flatterer. No, but seriously, he felt bad airing out his insecurities like he needed Hermann to give him pats and say we're good. And yet he liked those pats, felt worlds better because of them, despite the guilt of forcing that out of Hermann. It felt a little like he imagined crawling into that parka would feel like.

Okay, he didn't have to imagine. He totally tried it on at the store. The parka felt like a hug. Newt almost kept it.

He shook his head.]

No, I know. Look, sorry for the insecure idiot thing. We don't have to rehash the Best Friends talk again, promise. But, uh...thank you.

...so... breakfast?