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[March 25] [Pacific Rim] The Three Words That Matter
Title:The Three Words That Matter
Day/Theme: 26. even if we're apart, I'll shine again
Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann Gottlieb/Newt Geiszler
I was wrong.
Those were the only three words on the text and he sent them over and over again.
He hadn't just been wrong, though. There were whole layers of not right to this. He had not only been mistaken, but he had behaved abominably based on that mistake, and might very well have ruined the best thing to ever happen to him.
Hermann hadn't answered yet. Every moment he didn't felt like a day. Newt sat there cradling his phone, waiting and hoping. He was supposed to go on stage in just a few minutes to give his presentation and he knew it by heart, knew it front and back, and it didn't matter if he was booed or heckled, he'd been talking over naysayers his whole life. And it would be amazing. He was gonna blow their minds right out of their thick skulls. But maybe, the phone would chime while he was out there and it would be Hermann, and he could answer it right there in front of everybody.
He scrubbed the heel of his hand into his red eye. He shouldn't have had to ask what Hermann was going to say. He should've felt it. If he hadn't been so busy cramming his (soontobeexpleasegodno) boyfriend's head with his own spoiled brat meltdown, he might've been able to tell what Hermann had been trying to tell him before Newt had (godwhy?I'mageniushowcouldyouletmebesostupid) practically broken up with him.
He fumbled for the phone again, tapping the little call icon so hard it beeped in protest. Hermann didn't pick up and Newt didn't expect it. He held his breath until it went to voicemail and then just exhaled it all in a rush.
"IwaswrongIwaswrong, Hermann, andI'msorrysosorry. Ineedyoutocomegloatandrubmynoseinit.Ineedyoutocome. Come back. Comebacktomeplease. I-" He sucked in another breath. Now was the time to say something about love or need, but he had no idea how Hermann would take it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the announcer waving at him. Time to shine. He knew what always meant the most to Hermann in their bickering past. "I was wrong," he said again, and then waited until the time ran out and the phone beeped again.
Maybe Hermann would be out there watching. Newt could pretend he was, just to put on his best show. He meant to put the phone in his pocket on the way out on stage, but it was still tight in his hand when he started his speech.
Day/Theme: 26. even if we're apart, I'll shine again
Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann Gottlieb/Newt Geiszler
I was wrong.
Those were the only three words on the text and he sent them over and over again.
He hadn't just been wrong, though. There were whole layers of not right to this. He had not only been mistaken, but he had behaved abominably based on that mistake, and might very well have ruined the best thing to ever happen to him.
Hermann hadn't answered yet. Every moment he didn't felt like a day. Newt sat there cradling his phone, waiting and hoping. He was supposed to go on stage in just a few minutes to give his presentation and he knew it by heart, knew it front and back, and it didn't matter if he was booed or heckled, he'd been talking over naysayers his whole life. And it would be amazing. He was gonna blow their minds right out of their thick skulls. But maybe, the phone would chime while he was out there and it would be Hermann, and he could answer it right there in front of everybody.
He scrubbed the heel of his hand into his red eye. He shouldn't have had to ask what Hermann was going to say. He should've felt it. If he hadn't been so busy cramming his (soontobeexpleasegodno) boyfriend's head with his own spoiled brat meltdown, he might've been able to tell what Hermann had been trying to tell him before Newt had (godwhy?I'mageniushowcouldyouletmebesostupid) practically broken up with him.
He fumbled for the phone again, tapping the little call icon so hard it beeped in protest. Hermann didn't pick up and Newt didn't expect it. He held his breath until it went to voicemail and then just exhaled it all in a rush.
"IwaswrongIwaswrong, Hermann, andI'msorrysosorry. Ineedyoutocomegloatandrubmynoseinit.Ineedyoutocome. Come back. Comebacktomeplease. I-" He sucked in another breath. Now was the time to say something about love or need, but he had no idea how Hermann would take it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the announcer waving at him. Time to shine. He knew what always meant the most to Hermann in their bickering past. "I was wrong," he said again, and then waited until the time ran out and the phone beeped again.
Maybe Hermann would be out there watching. Newt could pretend he was, just to put on his best show. He meant to put the phone in his pocket on the way out on stage, but it was still tight in his hand when he started his speech.