week 2 - hermann - friday post-investigation

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[It's late when Newt finally finishes playing CSI, but once he does, he goes to track down Hermann.

Who is in the McDonald's, mysteriously. Hm. Weird place to find him.]

Hey. [Newt is obviously tired when he sits down across from his partner, but also they uhh really have some shit to talk about.] So, uh... The bodies didn't turn up much of anything we didn't already know, but it looks like Ranpo might've been done in by a team. Maybe. Tough to say.

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And regardless, that's still four murderers in play.

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[Newt has never seen Hermann move so fast in his life. The sudden burst of anger takes him by surprise. He's not quick enough to scramble away before Hermann is in his face, screaming at him, tethering him in place by his collar. He could shake out of Hermann's grip easily enough, he's sure, but he's too shocked to move. His fingers tighten around the arms of his chair.

And then Hermann lets him go and he's back in his own chair but he's still yelling and all Newt can do is listen in stunned silence.

He and Hermann have yelled at each other before. Hell, the vast majority of their relationship is founded on screaming at each other. This is different, though. They've fought about science and theories and the state of the lab and Newt's taste in music and everything petty under the sun. Morals, though? Hermann's honest opinion of him, not as a colleague but as a person? This has never happened before.

Newt doesn't like it.

I thought better of you.

Newt is so rarely bothered by other people's opinions of him, but this tears open an icy void in his chest. It's familiar, in a sense.

He could've made the first move. The descent into silence after their meeting, that was as much Newt's fault as it was Hermann's. It didn't need to last three years. It shouldn't have lasted three years, but... He was stubborn, maybe. Busy with work. Angry, having spent years bonding with a man that evidently didn't actually exist. He thought they understood each other. He's never been great with people, but, wow, that far off the mark... That was as much his fault as it was Hermann's, too.

If Hermann paid more attention, he would know that Newt doesn't mean any of this. Of course Hermann is right. Of course he is. But admitting that invalidates everything that Newt isn't sure how to say, not to Hermann.

He's scared. He's scared, and there's a very good chance he's just lost his only true ally here. Something like this shouldn't quite mark the end for them, but, well. Historically speaking, the odds are not in his favor.

Newt tosses his glasses onto the table, scrubs his hands over his eyes. He stays there, pulling himself together before calculating his reaction. After a few moments, he stands up, snapping up his glasses again.]

Whatever. [His voice is cracking a little.] Don't... Just quit saying "we" and "us" like it means something, alright? You piggybacked off of my theory and that's it.

[He's not sure what that theory was, but he does know it was his. And Hermann didn't believe in him until the eleventh hour.]

It's not like you need Drift compatibility to engage a neural bridge for more than a few seconds, anyway. Hell, doing it myself the first time got me far enough. You should've just let me do it alone. [He pauses, remembering something.] You only came along to prove your own theory, anyway. How'd that work out for you?

[It's rhetorical. Newt's done with this conversation. He doesn't even know what he's saying anymore. He stuffs his hands into his pockets and makes for the exit.]