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“...by nature, but there is something of a precedent…”
A familiar voice, soft but hard to ignore. Newt listened because his brain was hardwired to pay attention to that voice in particular.
“...say it was better or worse than marching off into the dark…”
There was a memory there; winter, late enough in the evening that midnight was closer than dinnertime. Raging against the injustice of it all, nowhere to go but leaving anyway because lost in the dark was better than being forced to stay. There was something, something precious that he categorically refused to lose…
“...probably correct, of course, but in reality I had a great deal more to lose this time…”
Newt had already lost it all, by that point in time. At least, he’d thought he had. He'd certainly been ready to die, because what other option was there? He finally understood how Hermann felt, when fucking Lars laid down the law and to fight would be… just too much effort. Better to roll over and take it, because at least that way it would be over.
“... obviously. We would hardly be compatible otherwise…”
Impulsivity. It was very much Newt's pattern of behaviour; he jumped in head first and maybe regretted it after. He certainly didn't think shit through before he did it. Hermann usually did, but ‘usually’ was the right word… Hermann could make spur of the moment, emotionally driven choices too.
“...was never any doubt. I don't think either of us even questioned…”
They were compatible. Newt might have been at Hermann's throat more often than not by the end of it all, but there hadn't actually been any doubt. Even absolutely convinced that nobody in the world gave a shit if he lived or died, Newt had known Hermann's mind was compatible with his own.
“...ah. About twenty-five seconds, overall? Yes I know what it sounds like…”
Newt didn't know why he found it funny, that Hermann's ridiculous, hair brained plan to join the monster mind-fuck with Newt had been decided upon in less than half a minute. He fucking did though, because when Hermann decided to do impulsive, he didn't do it by half. Impulsive Hermann made Impulsive Newt look tame.
“Oh don't you start, you little menace.” Hermann sounded hilariously pissed off, and was all fond feelings underneath.
Newt came awake laughing, mostly to himself but also a little bit at Hermann, because it was funny when Mr My Math Is Better Than You did a stupid. Super fucking vindicating, because it was normally all Newt what are you doing now, you giant idiot or whatever, but this time Hermann absolutely did the stupid too.
“There's a horrible little man laughing at me, is why. Absolutely incorrigible. Barely awake and he's already causing trouble.” Hermann was… huh. On the phone. That made sense, sort of. Newt's brain was maybe a little bit mushy.
“One moment.” Movement. Hermann had his headphones on, but he took them off and turned them off. Put the phone on speaker. Newt sort of watched him, bemused.
Hermann had propped himself up with an absolute mountain of cushions, and Newt was huh… rolled up against Hermann's side, using his chest as a pillow. Newt didn't exactly remember getting himself into that position, but his last clear memory was… on the floor? Maybe? It was all kind of whatever. His brain was resoundingly elsewhere, and good riddence to the fucker, too.
“Wa’s happenin’?” Nothing bad, clearly, because Hermann felt nice and chill. Newt also felt chill, but that was probably all… drugs. He was fairly sure there had been a lot of drugs.
“My sister.” Hermann had been using Newt as a phone stand, apparently. Hermann was also pretty fucking good at arranging things without moving; he managed to ninja the tray table over, and prop the phone up there instead, all without disturbing their nest.
“Ooh, Karla.” Newt squinted his one good eye at the phone, but he couldn't see shit. So annoying. Thankfully Hermann was the literal best and pulled Newt's glasses pretty much out of thin air and helped get them back on his face where they belonged. Awesome.
“Hello, Newt.” Karla was fairly close to the camera, and obviously watching them.
“Hi.” Newt watched her right back, because she was fascinating. He'd never been allowed, before, but now he had a whole lifetime of memories to contend with. She was… a familiar sort of stranger. Her features were a lot softer than Hermann's, but they had the same weird mouth. Karla seemed to smile more, though. Hermann hadn't really had much to smile about, lately.
Hermann chuffed a bit. “Your thoughts regarding my sister are bizarre to the extreme.”
“That's just… me. How I roll.” Newt wasn't exactly awake, just yet, but there was a bit of a niggle starting. Ugh, he'd have to work it out, now, or it would drive him crazy. Well, more crazy than his background level crazy, which was maybe a tiny bit over his usual quota because monster mind-fuck. Also mother of all meltdowns. Alliteration was fun on the good drugs.
Karla laughed, and it was… nice. Newt liked her, because Hermann’s good vibes about his twin were contagious. He probably would have liked her anyway, even if she was terrifying and super hot which normally scared him right off. Then again, she was also resoundingly sister feeling in Newt's head now, so the hotness was just… there.
“I'm feeling left out, H. Stop gossiping about me in your heads.”
“It doesn't quite work like that.” Eye roll from Hermann; New didn't have to see it to know it was there. “It's difficult to describe.”
Oh. Oh! That was the niggle. Problem solved. “Huh, you told your sister. Cool.”
Newt and Hermann's happy little mind meld wasn't a secret, because that would be stupid. It especially wasn't a secret from Karla, because she had been in Hermann's corner since conception. Hermann didn't really have secrets, where his sister was concerned.
“To be fair, I bullied him into it.” Karla was just as good as Hermann at the laser eyes, and she was absolutely using them on Newt. “Something happened and I needed to know what it was.”
“Mm, you are also an incorrigible gossip who takes great joy in dissecting my interpersonal relationships.” Hermann fucking adored his sister regardless; it was a nice sort of second hand high.
Karla’s grin was positively gleeful. “Guilty, baby brother. You can hardly blame me, though; I've been waiting for years for this to finally happen!”
She probably thought they were fucking. Granted, a lot of people thought that. People had thought it for literal years. It was… meh. Newt was way too messed up to bother with all that at the moment; his poor brain was toasted and his everything hurt. Also Hermann was weird about sex. Ooh, that was what Karla was on about…
“We're doing the whole… not being ashamed thing. It's… meh, work in progress.” Newt was at peace with the world, at least for the moment, but he'd also taken so many drugs. He'd probably hate himself some more once they wore off.
“Attempting to be kind to ourselves, yes.” Hermann was all… crooked grin with his weird frowny mouth, but his hands were gentle, as they smoothed through Newt's hair. “Also learning to accept that what works for us is no less valid for being… a little outside of the norm.”
Newt screwed his face up into a bit of a pout. “Ew, normal. Disgusting.”
“Hmm, typically I would be loath to agree with you, but on some very rare occasions you do happen to have a point.” Hermann's majorly dry tone was even better now Newt could feel the humour underneath.
“H, I'm dying. I am dying because you are disgustingly adorable. How have you kept this from me, baby brother?”
Oh yeah. Karla. Newt had maybe forgotten about her, and wow. There was a bit of a heart-eyes situation on the go, but also an absolutely wicked grin. Newt was way too stoned to pick apart how Hermann felt about it all, other than the overall sort of chill sensation.
“It's hardly a secret, you horrible woman. You used to post my letters; you have known about my so-called bad influence from the start.”
Newt snorted a bit, because Hermann was funny when he managed to pull the ass-stick out. Also, Newt was a terrible influence, but it was also kind of weird because it tasted like a noun in Hermann's head. That big old castle with a moat, tall tower; turret with a flag on the top. Hermann had planted a fucking flag in Newt's brain, this crazy now belongs to Hermann Gottlieb, enter at your own risk …
“Ugh, your train of thought feels like something crawling down my spine.” Hermann gave Newt a bit of a poke, which was kind of mean. “Desist this instant and think of something else.”
It was weird how Newt could kind of taste Hermann’s thoughts sometimes, but Hermann felt his in, like, a tactile sense. Newt kind of wanted to figure it all out, test it, but he was way too comfortable to exercise his brain. “Man, I've already completely forgotten whatever it was I was thinking about. My brains are all soupy.”
Another laugh from Karla, which reminded Newt that she was still there and watching them. He was even more distracted than normal, and normal was a lot. “We were discussing how adorable you both are. I knew there was something about that boy, H, but I never imagined he'd be in your head one day.”
“Shouldn't have been allowed. I mean, it kind of wasn't allowed but that's just, you know, me. I know I shouldn't but then I can't fucking help myself and I do it anyway.” Newt had a bit of a nasty memory of creepy mafia bitch with the nose knife pawing all over his face. Yuck. Abort!
“Your lack of impulse control saved the planet.” Hermann was able to sort of squash that nasty thought before it turned into something panic inducing. “Well… our lack of impulse control. Oh, bloody hell.”
Karla had a bit of a shark smile, all of a sudden. Hermann saw it, and his brain went ‘oh shit’. It was epic and made Newt giggle like a fucking kid.
“Hey, Newt.” Karla's smile got bigger somehow. “Did H ever tell you about the shockingly rebellious but also horrifically stupid thing he did, when our father finally pushed him too far?”
Hermann had not told Newt any such thing. Newt probably had the information in his brain now, but he didn't actually want to go sniffing around if it was private. Hermann and his sister had a weird, playful sort of energy on the go, but Newt was really bad at reading the room and he didn't want to barge any further into Hermann's brain if he wasn't welcome.
Hermann made a humming noise; it sounded weird through the ear Newt had pressed against his chest. “It isn't a secret. More… a little embarrassing and a foolish decision on my part.”
“It proves that you're perfect for each other.” Karla had the same stuffy, kind of smug I'm right and you know it tone of voice that Hermann was so good at.
“One decision made in the heat of the moment when incredibly angry proves no such thing.”
Hermann was all memories; years and years and years of letters and orbits and arguments. His thoughts were vast and complicated, made up of a million tiny data points that formed a great web, a constellation. Their relationship was a universe, constantly growing, constantly moving, some parts cold and other parts wild and glorious.
The person who was it for Hermann was… numbers. Numbers that made the world make sense, numbers that opened doors and whispered secrets in the silence. Intricate, intriguing patterns that seemed nonsensical until just the right equation brought it all into perfect, stunning understanding.
It was metal on Newt's tongue, and the live wire shock when he licked a battery; temptation, retribution and excitement all swirled into something that was as passionate as it was deep.
“Um, whoa. Just- wow.” Newt had always known that Hermann felt a lot under the surface, but wow. Newt's mind was a little bit fucking blown.
“I think you broke him, H.” Karla was, as always, watching them avidly. “What did you do?”
Hermann coughed, embarrassed, but the shameful silence that Newt had been expecting didn't come. “I turned my mind towards the complexities of our connection. I believe Newton found it enlightening.”
Uh, just a lot. Newt knew that the way he saw Hermann and the way Hermann saw himself were super different, because awful people had done damage to Hermann. He'd known it since the start, and Newt had maybe been at war with Hermann's issues for ages , because someone as fucking brilliant as Hermann Gottlieb should never feel inadequate. Ever.
The way Hermann saw Newt, though? Fucking wow. Newt had always sort of known that Hermann thought pretty highly of him, when he wasn't being a super horrible little shit all over the place, but the whole… universe and stars and metallic math thoughts thing was some next level shit. Newt really was it for Hermann.
“Like… fucking soulmates, but whoa. Your super intense world of awesome in there is absolutely reciprocated, but also whoa that's- wow. Incredible. Your brain is all… wow. It's like mine but so much more organised.” Newt was possibly making exactly zero sense, but Hermann had a direct line to the crazy train now; he'd figure it out.
Hermann smiled. It was the real smile that Newt had seen so rarely lately. “I wouldn't know what to do with myself otherwise. The level of control you have over the raging force of entropy that masquerades as your consciousness is, quite frankly, astounding.”
Newt maybe melted a little bit, because Hermann was in Newt's head and he liked it there. Newt struggled to like it there, most days. “Ha! I have so little control over my stupid brain, dude, but also… thanks. Like, seriously. Nobody else has ever looked at my shit and loved me for it, rather than, you know, in spite of it.”
“H, I am dying over here, because that is the single most romantic thing I have ever seen. But at the same time you're my baby brother and watching you flirt is disgusting.”
Oh shit, Karla. Newt really needed to clue in to the whole audience situation. Granted, it wasn't new behaviour for him, to sort of forget about everyone else around him when Hermann was there.
“It's hardly flirting, Karla.” Hermann was surprisingly okay about the whole emotional confessions in front of his sister thing. Newt got the feeling that Hermann was also taking the whole no shame edict really, really seriously.
“Bullshit, H. I might not be in your brain, but I absolutely know what it looks like when something catches your eye. Granted, it's been the same thing for years now, so this isn't exactly new...”
“Oi, rude. I'm not a thing.” Newt stuck his tongue out at Karla. His tongue was still a bit on the painful side, so he didn't stick it out far, but she'd get the message.
“No, just a terrible influence and a bloody incessant little pest.” Hermann sounded all huffy, but he also wasn't denying anything. Granted, it had probably been pretty obvious to anyone with eyes that he and Newt were kind of obsessed with each other ; denying would be stupid.
Karla clearly had their number; her expression was super, super knowing and just a little bit smug. “Adorable. But don't think for a minute you're getting away with that subject change, H. No wriggling out of confessing how ridiculous you can be to your adorable little soulmate.”
Newt maybe pouted a bit. “I'm not little. Come the fuck on!”
Karla, of course, just fucking laughed at him. “Yeah, you are. You're shorter than H, and he's shorter than me, which makes you little.”
“I'm perfectly average sized! It's not my fault that every fucker here but us and Tendo is massive and stupidly muscular. There's a Security guy who’s the size of a fucking bear, no joke, and if I had, like, a fragile masculinity or whatever you would have shattered it by calling me little. Mean!”
Oh nice, now Hermann was laughing at him too. “You are the absolute last person to be infected with little man syndrome. Even before I had free reign in your memories, I could have told you that.”
Well, yeah. Newt wasn't the sort of guy who needed to whip out a ruler and give his dick a measure when he was feeling inadequate. He’d absolutely done it for science a few times, but that was completely irrelevant; it had nothing to do with the gross sort of inferiority complex that some guys got around other, bigger guys. Newt was also way smarter than those guys, so his brain dick was bigger. Ha.
Of course, because he was Newt's brain buddy now, Hermann picked up on that thought and fucking laughed at him more. Newt twisted his face up into a scowl, because if he didn't then he'd start laughing too, and it might encourage the evil siblings of evil to keep laughing at his dick.
“Hey, mean, you're both giving me a complex. Especially Herms, because he's seen-” Newt got hit with a whole universe of brain shush, as well as Hermann's palm, which shot out at light speed and covered his mouth.
“No, absolutely not in front of my sister.”
Newt couldn't fucking help himself; he sacrificed his poor, bruised tongue to the gods of schadenfreude and licked the shit out of Hermann's hand. Was it childish? Hell yeah it was. Also super satisfying because Hermann pulled the absolute best yuck face on the planet.
Karla clearly agreed with him, because she was suddenly laughing so hard. Proper, uncontrollable laughter that made her face go all red; it was awesome.
“You are completely bloody repulsive.” Hermann, because he was a giant dick and also secretly just as childish as Newt, wiped his fucking hand on Newt's shoulder. “How is this the man I choose to spend my life with…”
God, Newt adored him. It had been far, far too long since they'd just… had fun together. “I dunno, dude, but you're so stuck with me now. I'm literally living rent free in your brain, no take backs.”
“More like you broke in and claimed squatters rights.” Hermann was still laughing a bit, all deep in his chest. It was nice to listen to. “And I don't even mean the bloody Drift; you were in there already.”
Hell yeah Newt was! He'd made himself all nice and comfy in Hermann's psyche years ago. He was actually majorly proud of it, because even all fucked up and awful, Newt had managed to be interesting enough that Hermann wrote back.
“I can back that up.” Karla just barely had the attack of the giggles under control. She'd laughed hard enough to smear her mascara, which was oozing down her face a bit. She wiped at it, all smiles and flushed cheeks. “Nobody else has ever been able to stir H up quite like you can.”
Hermann's smile went soft. There was a memory there, that he sort of nudged Newt's brain with. Hermann, all mad laughter and childish joy, before mother had died; playing rocket ships, Karla running full tilt, pushing him in a wheelbarrow while their big brother chased them.
Newt had spent years rummaging that little boy back out of the box Lars had stuffed him into. He had always known that Hermann was a passionate, curious creature under the absolute mountain of trauma he carried around and Newt had been determined to help Hermann have fun again since forever.
“Eh, I just don't know when to quit and I'm so super awful at, like, appropriate social whatevers.” Newt gave Hermann's chest a little pat, because love you too, man.
Karla smeared a bit more of the mascara panda eyes off. There was a knowing sort of smile on her face. “God, Hermann was so bad when he was little. It was the best, because he'd notice things that nobody else would, then march right up and tell them.”
Of course, fucking Lars had put a stop to that. Bastard had so much shit to answer for, and if Newt ever saw his dickhead face again he'd bite it. “God, me too. I was such a smug little shit, and I wouldn't stop until everyone knew how right I was and how wrong they were.”
“Past tense is hardly appropriate when you are demonstrably still exactly like that, you menace.” Ouch, Hermann.
Newt would have felt called out, but eh, it was so true. “I mean, kid me was worse, but maybe only a bit. I screamed way more back then, though. So much screaming.”
“You're hardly quiet now.” Hermann knew what Newt meant, even if he didn't say it. “Perhaps at the moment, because you're not well, but I doubt it will last.”
No shame… Hermann was clearly on board with the whole situation, so Newt bit the bullet and tried to do the same. “You say that like I didn't have the most disgusting screaming breakdown not that long ago.”
“Given the amount of horribleness you've had to deal with, a bit of screaming sounds pretty reasonable, to be honest.” Karla had a strange sort of look on her face. “Everyone needs to have a bit of a tantrum from time to time.”
“Karla especially.” Hermann sounded all pleased with himself, pleased with Newt. “For some reason, the few people I actually tolerate have a damnable habit of throwing things when they lose their temper.”
“Guilty. Nessa makes angry art and I scream and chuck things.” Karla's expression turned just a little bit wicked. “H, meanwhile, does the most fantastic silent wall of rage, then storms off. Sometimes out of the country.”
The best way of describing the sensation Newt got from Hermann's side of the brain moat was… chargrine. Not exactly embarrassed, but maybe embarrassed adjacent? Ooh, Newt wanted to pry…
Hermann's fingers scritched their way through Newt's hair, then gave a bit of a tug. Gentle, because Hermann had no desire to hurt him, even if it was just playing. “You don't need to go sniffing around for information, Newton; my sister clearly plans to share all of my mortifying secrets.”
“You bet I do. I've been waiting forever for this.”
“Dare I ask?” Hermann smoothed the little crazy mohawk he'd made on the side of Newt's head back down again.
Karla drew herself up, and did an absolutely fantastic impression of Hermann's stuffy math nerd sneer. “I'll have you know, baby brother, that it is my duty as your sister, to share all of your embarrassing secrets with your boyfriend.”
“Bloody hell… you make it sound so incredibly childish.” Hermann huffed a bit, but his brain was all laughter and contentedness. “Couldn't you have scratched that particular itch speaking with Vanessa?”
“Absolutely not. Just because she was technically your girlfriend first doesn't count. You don't like girls, H.”
Hermann’s orientation was a big old mess in his head, but not girls seemed pretty on the nose. Also, Newt smelled some serious gossip right there. He kind of knew that Hermann's shitheel dad had tried super hard to get Hermann to marry and produce little baby Hermanns, but he'd never actually been able to work out who the woman was.
Until now. “Dude!”
“Oh shush, you.” Hermann gave him a poke, but didn't get him with the mental shut the fuck up, which probably meant it was cool for Newt to tease a bit.
“I've only seen her once, and man I was so off my fucking face at the time, but I'm pretty sure Nessa was, like, ferociously hot. I mean, the sort of woman who eats guys like us.”
A cackle from Karla; she looked absolutely delighted. “Oh, you have no idea, but I'm afraid the pair of you have the wrong equipment to catch her eye.”
Good! Newt was maybe a teeny bit scared of super, super hot women who were also really smart. Hermann's big old math brain knew that Vanessa was so smart, just not quite in the same sort of way that they were. It was weird, because Hermann didn't really understand how it worked… Newt would have to puzzle it out, maybe explain it if he could.
“My brain says you're related to me now, so yuck, dude.” Newt pulled a face, because it was true; he'd inherited the sister feeling from Hermann.
“Says the man who had to be gagged by my brother to stop him running his mouth about something dirty. I know the face H pulls when someone's about to talk about sex near me.”
Hermann was, maybe just a little bit, currently making the face in question. It was Newt's new favourite thing ever. “Please can we talk about something else? Even my youthful impulsivity and foolish decision making would be preferable.”
“If you asked me before today, I would have said it was the single most ridiculous thing you've ever done, H, but then I found out about the monster brain situation.” Karla was probably judging them a bit, but she also looked like she completely understood, which was… something.
Hermann made a grouchy sort of noise in the back of his throat. “Exceptional circumstances.”
“Also similar circumstances. I might not be a big scary math professor like someone, but I can notice a pattern.”
Newt was so curious. He wanted really, really badly to go digging for the answers, but he could be patient. Maybe. He could, at the very least, wait for Karla to finish telling him what he wanted to know before he went on the hunt for gossip.
“I haven't quite figured out why, but Newt, there's something about you that makes my brother brave.”
“Oh hardly. I am many things, but brave certainly isn't one of them.” Hermann had said that to someone; self serving, selfishness that saved the planet… “I am, however, able to balance probability; if the alternative is losing something I will not be without then of course I will fight.”
“Even if fighting means storming off to the airport in the middle of the night and getting on flight to England, with nothing but your wallet and your passport.” Karla looked proud, which maybe mirrored what Hermann was feeling underneath the embarrassment.
Newt suddenly knew the answer. “Ooh, he snooped. He snooped on our letters, then tried to make us stop, and you lost your shit. Awesome.”
“Our letters were exactly none of my father's business.” Hermann gave them both a dry sort of stare. “I found myself rather tired of his machinations and micromanagement of my life, and decided to remove myself from his presence. Permanently.”
“Um, yeah, like a fucking boss, dude. No way would I have had the balls to do that.” Newt had tried the whole nope out and storm off thing a few times, but mostly just ended up a couple of blocks away sulking. Hermann had left the fucking country.
Hermann sighed. “I was incredibly angry, at the time. As was father, when he realised I had exactly no intention of coming back. I certainly was never going to live under his roof again.”
“He means father called the police to try and find him, then tried to force him back, which worked about as well as you can expect.” Karla's expression was just a little bit vicious.
“Exactly. By that time I had made myself quite comfortable at Karla's place of residence in England, and politely declined to return to Germany.” Hermann's sharp smile had a fucking bite to it. “Dual citizenship has its benefits; father could hardly make me leave when I had every right to be there.”
“ We have British passports, but Father doesn't.” Karla had the same smile on her face. “And the nonsense he tried to pull, saying Hermann needed minding and should be sent back home was bull.”
Hermann needed what?! Fucking hardly. Hermann was probably the single most capable person Newt had ever met. “God, fucking Lars, seriously. Guy needs to be put through a window. I'll put him through a window, see how he likes someone who needs minding getting the best of him…”
“Despite what my father might believe, requiring occasional assistance with certain tasks in no way makes a person incapable.” Hermann was all smug again, despite the shitty topic of conversation. “For example I am quite capable of getting on a plane and leaving should I dislike the situation that I'm in, and you, my dear, are more than capable of tossing my father out of a window if the mood strikes.”
That particular little jab prompted the most unladylike snort from Karla. “Please tell me you've met father. I know he loathes you on principle, and has seen so many pictures, but please say he's been forced to share a room with you.”
Had Lars fucking ever. Hermann normally ran interference because Newt could in no way be trusted not to be a little shit, but there had been some great run ins over the years. “Ha! Yeah, I've met Lars. I have whole outfits that I wear just to piss that fucker off.”
Newt's favourite leather jacket had started off as an excellent way to make Lars twitch in meetings. Unfortunately, said jacket had been a little bit eaten by a kaiju… Newt would have to get a new one. Maybe an even less appropriate for work one, now that he didn't even have to pretend to be professional anymore.
Hermann apparently had some sort of thought brewing, because his brain was doing the ‘oh shit’ thing. He pointed a finger at his phone in dire warning. “Do not for a second think I will stoop to the level of public displays of affection to disquiet him, Karla.”
“Ooh, does girls kissing make him squeamish? Or is it boys kissing? Maybe I can send him a subscription to something…” Newt would absolutely send the most fucking out there porn to Lars if it meant freaking the fucker out.
“That's revolting. I don't even want to think about my father, let alone that. Stop scheming, you monster.” Despite a bit of mental yuck, Hermann was still all full up with good humour.
“True, he's such a waste of brainspace.” Karla smirked. “It's both, by the way.”
“Do not encourage him. Even drugged up to the bloody gills Newton is quite capable of unleashing untold chaos upon the world.”
Aw, Newt was really fucking flattered by that. He was so massively stoned that it was bordering on ridiculous, because the doctors hadn't fucking held back after he'd freaked the fuck out and maybe thrown himself on the floor a bit. “Just wait til I'm better. I'm going to be awful, and my brain is so super catching; I bet I can make Hermy-Herms join in.”
There was a new sensation; a sort of mental ‘fuck my life’ from Hermann's brain. Newt was all about it.
“Don't you dare. I have inherited enough of your bad habits already!”
Karla gave Hermann one hell of a look. It was amazing. “At least your bad habits won't be lonely anymore, baby brother.”