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Hermann tries to pull away, but Newt refuses to let him. They are the only two of their kind, the only ones they can be near, if only for fear of being found out.
“I could hurt you.” Hermann breathes.
“You didn’t.” Newt repeats, for the thousandth time.
Hermann closes his eyes. “I could.”
“I could hurt you,” Newt throws back, and Hermann snorts. Its a bit hurtful but- he does have a point, Newt would have to work very hard to get his little claws through Hermann’s tough dark hide. He’s maybe a little more dangerous with his teeth, but that would mean exposing his throat and- yeah.
“You’re not going to,” He changes tack.
“You don’t know that.” Hermann turns away, his spines rising to force Newt away. “I don’t know that.” He mumbles helplessly.
Newt sits up, hugs his knees. “How about we check that?”
Hermann’s spines flatten, he rolls over, stares. “What?”
“There are- places you can get restrains.” Newt says slowly, carefully pacing out the idea. “Not too much-” that could only end badly, “But I could tie you to the- probably the basement railing- by your tail, and if it does go bad, at least it would slow you- him- down.”
Hermann hesitates, frowns in bewilderment at Newt. “But why?” It’s almost a wail.
“Because you’re gonna keep freaking out.” Newt says firmly, the idea is solid now, and it feels like absolutely the right thing to do. “And you were starving and mad, and you didn’t hurt me, maybe if you’re fed and- calmer, you might- I don’t know, get to know me?”
Hermann looks down at his hands, flexes his claws in and out. “This is a horrible idea.”
“I think getting you- it- the Victor- to be sure you won’t tear me to bits is kinda a great idea.” Newt rebuts, and Hermann shuts up. “I’ll get some really solid stuff to tie you down, don’t worry.”
Hermann takes a deep breath, “I will do it myself.”
“Both of us,” Newt says firmly. “I won’t let you hurt yourself.”
Hermann tries to pull away, but Newt refuses to let him. They are the only two of their kind, the only ones they can be near, if only for fear of being found out.
“I could hurt you.” Hermann breathes.
“You didn’t.” Newt repeats, for the thousandth time.
Hermann closes his eyes. “I could.”
“I could hurt you,” Newt throws back, and Hermann snorts. Its a bit hurtful but- he does have a point, Newt would have to work very hard to get his little claws through Hermann’s tough dark hide. He’s maybe a little more dangerous with his teeth, but that would mean exposing his throat and- yeah.
“You’re not going to,” He changes tack.
“You don’t know that.” Hermann turns away, his spines rising to force Newt away. “I don’t know that.” He mumbles helplessly.
Newt sits up, hugs his knees. “How about we check that?”
Hermann’s spines flatten, he rolls over, stares. “What?”
“There are- places you can get restrains.” Newt says slowly, carefully pacing out the idea. “Not too much-” that could only end badly, “But I could tie you to the- probably the basement railing- by your tail, and if it does go bad, at least it would slow you- him- down.”
Hermann hesitates, frowns in bewilderment at Newt. “But why?” It’s almost a wail.
“Because you’re gonna keep freaking out.” Newt says firmly, the idea is solid now, and it feels like absolutely the right thing to do. “And you were starving and mad, and you didn’t hurt me, maybe if you’re fed and- calmer, you might- I don’t know, get to know me?”
Hermann looks down at his hands, flexes his claws in and out. “This is a horrible idea.”
“I think getting you- it- the Victor- to be sure you won’t tear me to bits is kinda a great idea.” Newt rebuts, and Hermann shuts up. “I’ll get some really solid stuff to tie you down, don’t worry.”
Hermann takes a deep breath, “I will do it myself.”
“Both of us,” Newt says firmly. “I won’t let you hurt yourself.”