[It's an impossible amount of feeling condensed into so many words, and Hermann's moderately grateful that they aren't connected right then. He blames stress for his emotional state.
One of these days he'll get all that in more than writing]
You have terrible taste. But I miss you just the same, Newton. That is why I must work as much as physically possible. I cannot abide this distance and I wish there were anything I could do to immediately teleport you home.
(no subject)
One of these days he'll get all that in more than writing]
You have terrible taste. But I miss you just the same, Newton. That is why I must work as much as physically possible. I cannot abide this distance and I wish there were anything I could do to immediately teleport you home.