"My father would totally tend sheep," she mumbles, only half paying attention to the words, because it's more just the sound of Newt's voice that she's listening to, the way the inflection changes when he's speaking German, and she knows they've both just been talking about how angry German sounds, but she doesn't think that anymore. It sounds sort of nice now, she thinks, and she realizes she's drifting off to sleep, that she'd wanted to stay awake until he fell asleep first, but she can't seem to stop herself.

It's his fault. For making her feel so comfortable, for the fingers she can feel in her hair and his lips against her temple. "This is all your fault," she manages to say, but she's smiling when she speaks. "You're supposed to fall asleep first."

This is the moment Blaine was talking about. The moment she knows. She doesn't have to wonder about it anymore.