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More of single dad hermann!
Sep. 5th, 2016 03:47 pmvia http://ift.tt/2ctwNw9:
Newt rolls over. Hermann’s up, and the faint blue light of his laptop throws reflections around Newt’s tiny room. “What’s up?” He yawns, and sits up.
Hermann is quiet for a moment, then gets up and closes the laptop, sliding back into bad beside Newt. Newt hums happily and puts his arms around Hermann.
He’s stiff and unmoving, Breathing unsteady. Newt freezes, “You okay?”
“Yes.” Hermann is quiet, then, “No. I- I don’t know.”
There are a lot of things Newt can say to that, but he has learned something of the arcane art Hermann calls ‘tact’, and stays quiet.
“I applied for a junior role at Greenwich Observatory.” Hermann says softly, at last. “They responded and- if my grades come through-”
Newt nods, swallows down the words longing to burst out.
“They’ve accepted.” Hermann says finally, huskily.
“And this is bad how?” Newt strokes his back. “Dude, this is great! Bastian’ll be starting High school about then, so he’d be starting a new school anyway.”
“I-” Hermann chokes, and closes his eyes. “I want you to come with us.”
Newt blinks, trying to work it out and- what no seriously?
“You are freaking out.” Newt says carefully, “Because you think I won’t want to move with you and Bastian The Adorable, to fucking London?”
“I don’t know what your plans were,” Hermann breathes, “I didn’t want to assume-”
“You can always assume I have no fucking plans.” Newt grins. “Yeah, I thought about the States, but- London is awesome dude, just let me find something- hell, I could commute if it’s out of the city.”
“You’d want to stay with us?” And Hermann finally, finally relaxes, his body going soft and warm beside Newt’s. “We’re hardly-” he snorts softly, “Rock stars.”
“Bastian totally is.” Newt hugs him, and kisses Hermann’s hair. “He’s a rockstar in the making, I’ll show him the way.”
“You’re a bad influence.” Hermann puts an arm around him, hugs him back. “I should leave you behind.”
“You know you love me,” Newt kisses him again, this time Hermann lifts his head and meets him, lips to lips.
“Yes, we do.”
Newt rolls over. Hermann’s up, and the faint blue light of his laptop throws reflections around Newt’s tiny room. “What’s up?” He yawns, and sits up.
Hermann is quiet for a moment, then gets up and closes the laptop, sliding back into bad beside Newt. Newt hums happily and puts his arms around Hermann.
He’s stiff and unmoving, Breathing unsteady. Newt freezes, “You okay?”
“Yes.” Hermann is quiet, then, “No. I- I don’t know.”
There are a lot of things Newt can say to that, but he has learned something of the arcane art Hermann calls ‘tact’, and stays quiet.
“I applied for a junior role at Greenwich Observatory.” Hermann says softly, at last. “They responded and- if my grades come through-”
Newt nods, swallows down the words longing to burst out.
“They’ve accepted.” Hermann says finally, huskily.
“And this is bad how?” Newt strokes his back. “Dude, this is great! Bastian’ll be starting High school about then, so he’d be starting a new school anyway.”
“I-” Hermann chokes, and closes his eyes. “I want you to come with us.”
Newt blinks, trying to work it out and- what no seriously?
“You are freaking out.” Newt says carefully, “Because you think I won’t want to move with you and Bastian The Adorable, to fucking London?”
“I don’t know what your plans were,” Hermann breathes, “I didn’t want to assume-”
“You can always assume I have no fucking plans.” Newt grins. “Yeah, I thought about the States, but- London is awesome dude, just let me find something- hell, I could commute if it’s out of the city.”
“You’d want to stay with us?” And Hermann finally, finally relaxes, his body going soft and warm beside Newt’s. “We’re hardly-” he snorts softly, “Rock stars.”
“Bastian totally is.” Newt hugs him, and kisses Hermann’s hair. “He’s a rockstar in the making, I’ll show him the way.”
“You’re a bad influence.” Hermann puts an arm around him, hugs him back. “I should leave you behind.”
“You know you love me,” Newt kisses him again, this time Hermann lifts his head and meets him, lips to lips.
“Yes, we do.”
