This was a big fight. Not the old, usual bickering. This was whole new level. Hermann had said something very, incredibly hurtful. I mean, they were always talking shit of each other but this was different.
They had been shouting and screaming and swearing and Newt decided that it was better to leave the room as soon as possible but then Hermann said it. He said the the unsayable. And after the words left his mouth, he is already regretting it but it’s too late. He can see Newton has frozen in his spot, all his body is tense and he is quiet. Quiet is the most scary sound now.
Suddenly, Newt starts turning around slowly. His face is blank. He doesn’t seem angry. In fact, he seems emotionless. Hermann is scared to dead now but he is trying to stay as calm as he can. Newt starts walking towards him. Slowly. Step by step. Like he is contemplating Hermann in every step he takes. Hermann has never seen him like this. It takes an eternity to Newton to get where Hermann is, and when he is finally in front of him he takes one step closer.
One more step and Newton can smell Hermann’s fear.
Two more steps and Hermann is able to smell Newton’s minty breath.
Newton approaches more, and they are so close. Insanely close. Closer than they’ve ever been before. Hermann has turn to stone. He doesn’t know what do to, what to NOT do. Newton looks him in the eye. His gaze is deep and it hasn’t have their usual shine. They are so damn close. Then, Newton reaches his ear and sentences starts forming. His voice was extremely deep and low. It was so awkward in comparison to the high pitched voice.
"Don’t pretend you know me, Hermann. You don’t know shit about me. If you think sharing a lab with someone for 8 years gives you the right to say what you just said well darling, I have news for you:" he gets closer and he presses Hermann’s body against his and his voice turns into a mutter "I’m not the only one hiding secrets in this room."
Hermann is speechless. Newt looks at him in the eye one more time before he moves backwards on his way to leave the lab. Hermann can’t move, can’t breath, can’t think. He was an ass, he admits it. And he owes him and apology.
But that will be later. Right now he must focus on his shaky knees and the memory of Newton’s breath on his thin hair.