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PLEASE OF COURSE I WOULD (also i AM going to get thru all my prompts eventually. mark my words)

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There’s been a noticeable change in Newton’s demeanor since Hermann finally grabbed him by his stupid tie and kissed him last week. He doesn’t provoke Hermann into as many unnecessary arguments. He’s making a decided effort to keep his mess over his side of the yellow line. He runs errands for Hermann, too–he prepares him trays of food, drops off forms for Hermann, even on one occasion (to Hermann’s surprise) wiped down his chalkboard for him when Hermann complained of his leg aching more than usual. It’s a change for the better, frankly, though Hermann can’t quite figure out what Newton means by it. A thank you for the kiss? An apology for his past behavior?

And then, one morning, as Hermann works at his board, Newton brings him a cup of tea and looks up at him with big, expectant eyes. Hermann takes it. “Thank you,” he says, and, absentmindedly, pecks Newton’s lips.

Newton does not immediately get back to work, like Hermann had been expecting. Hermann copies out another line of code before he finally looks back at him. Newton is pink in the face and smiling, lovely and shy, and he leans in and brushes his lips over Hermann’s cheek before he scurries back to his dissection table.

Oh, of course.

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