GIRL HELPI GOT LAST NAMES MIXED UP, I've been picturing Herm's family for the Geizlerfam. Sdjdjdjd ANYWAY RS, "I can't believe you'd do something like that! ... Without me."
GFGBG its fine. it still works xD
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"I can't believe you would do that. Without me." Newt's voice echoes from the kitchen to the dining room, where Herman sits, fiddling with his notebook. He's supposed to be working right now - Difficult, with Newt yelling at him.
"It was hardly a pleasure trip." Herman grumbles. He slips his pen in the spiral and curls his fingers around his cane.
"Still, you go all the way to Germany, stay there for a week, and come back home, like it's nothing. You don't even tell me. I thought we were friends, bro."
"Fine, Newton. I am sorry that I didn't tell you, but I was busy. I hardly had time to think about you, let alone keep you updated on everything I was doing."
"Busy with with what?"
Hermann grimaces. He debates, briefly, not telling. But then Newt comes into the dinning room, slouches against the doorjam. He's eating ramen out of a baking bowl, wearing a three day old band shirt he got in collage, and still has some soap in his hair from washing his kids up.
He is so utterly alien to the Gottliebs's idea of dignity and propriety and judgement that it's almost comical. Hermann's shoulders relax.
"My father wants me to return to Germany." He admits.
