[Hermann curls his fingers around Newton's, their physical link as comforting as it always is. He likes how comfortable the other man in his room, and the warm fondness of seeing him in his bed. Because it always seems like they end up here, no matter what they do. His room is fast becoming 'their' room, and he's surprised to find he doesn't mind in the least.]
What?
[Hermann blinks at his parka, turning it over and a yes, there along the fur-lined hood are bits of colorful confetti. He picks a few of them out, but soon gives up the endeavour and shrugs it on before he spends the next twenty minutes removing every last sparkle he can get his fingers on.]
Well I'm sure I'll survive. [He steps into his shoes and offers Newton a hand he most certainly does not need]
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What?
[Hermann blinks at his parka, turning it over and a yes, there along the fur-lined hood are bits of colorful confetti. He picks a few of them out, but soon gives up the endeavour and shrugs it on before he spends the next twenty minutes removing every last sparkle he can get his fingers on.]
Well I'm sure I'll survive. [He steps into his shoes and offers Newton a hand he most certainly does not need]
Do you have everything?