PSL: For Hermann

[not_kenway]

Ratonhnhaké:ton had left Hermann safely in his locked up apartment, sleeping off the massage and hopefully getting a decent night's rest without his body screaming pain at him.

he slipped back into his routine. Late nights out on rooftops, sleeping not really enough hours to get up and train and get on with his day.

He didn't contact Hermann. He didn't know when Hermann would be comfortable with seeing him again, so he would wait for him to make contact.

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[not_kenway]

He would offer than he thought Hermann wanted, so he wouldn't have to ask. Or worse, not ask because his pride was a strong and unyielding thing.

"I am happy to help. Grateful you will let me."

[orthogonal]

His pride is not an unyielding thing! ... All right, so it is, but still.

"Well ... it isn't often I get such a ... kind offer. You are a good soul, Connor."

[not_kenway]

Connor nodded slightly, ducking his head. "Thank you. You are kind to say such."

For him, what he did was no stain on his soul. He killed people. It was the way of his world. A lot of people killed each other in war.

"Maybe, it is also selfish. I do not want to fail at what I am here for. Am I am, failing. So you are helping me, also."

[orthogonal]

"I have my moment of kindness. Rare as they are." Is Hermann's wry response, before he nodded his head. "Yes, this will help both of us, I am guessing. So ... we are agreed them. For mutual benefit and friendship?"

[not_kenway]

Connor gave a soft nod and hum, and then turned back to his food.

He was clearly, seriously enjoying it.

[orthogonal]

Hermann smiled again, into his own plate, and continued to eat his own portion.