She sounds so earnest in her denial that Newt can't help but believe her--not that he's down on himself or thinks that nobody could stomach him for very long; hell, Hermann had done it for a decade and he doesn't anticipate half as many fights over anything especially serious with Kate. But right now, hearing her say that, it puts him at complete ease, like there's nothing to worry about. Two years from now, he doesn't just want her to be there, doesn't just hope she's there, he's going to make damn sure that she is.

It had happened so fast, this thing between them, but he doesn't think it's because they're reckless or hopelessly romantic--both of them may very well be the first but he's never been much of the latter--it's because they're right for each other, he feels it, more importantly knows it. It's like she's already got him down to a science.

"Weirdly, Owen is pretty much a second Hermann. But yeah, definitely not a cookie-cutter copy." He wonders what it would be like to come across someone with his own face and his first thought is awesome but he can see how it would be a tad discomfiting. "Kinda creepy. But also kinda cool, if I'm honest."