It was all much more than he'd ever considered himself and certainly helped to lighten the mood. Hermann braved touching one of Newton's front legs and entertained the thoughts drifting between them. Embroidered towels, really.

But it really hit home on how closely their lives have intertwined, that they weren't really concerned about their individual identities so much as telling the world they're a package deal of sorts. Hermann imagined Newton's leg was his human hand and squeezed a bit.

{ Well if it amuses you, I suppose we can initial our names onto our towels and such. Are we decided on Gottlieb-Geiszler then? }