Newt and Herm friendship, Star Wars AU, "Exactly how is that going to help the Rebellion?"
“Hey, Hermann! Nice to see you awake!” Newt calls through the open doorway, past something he’s got in his hands.
“Hello, Newton. Aren’t you supposed to be doing something productive?”
“Yup. That’s what I’m doing.” He starts trying to cram the machine into the room, despite the fact that the doorway doesn’t seem to be wide enough. It would be an amusing sight if Hermann were in the mood for comedy - but given that he’s still recovering from what was apparently quite the complex surgery, he’s most definitely not in the mood for it.
"And exactly how is that going to help the Rebellion?" He asks.
Newt stops pushing the wonky looking machine machine through the room to catch his breath and shoots a glance at Hermann. He looks a mess, and Hermann grimaces. If he tracks mud in here again...
"Well, it's actually for you." Newt says, and then cringes. He slams his shoulder into it and manages to force it through. "I mean, it's so you can keep getting your work done. Because you gotta- You know. Keep...Doing your thing. While you're cooped up in here recovering."
He opens it out into a sort of stand with a floating desk computer attached to it.
Hermann contemplates letting him fluster his way through another few sentences, but decides to take mercy on him. It was, after all, a very welcome gesture of goodwill.
"I suppose since I have nothing else to do, it'll keep me occupied." Hermann says, ironically. He tries to smile - to let Newton know its a joke.
