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[bleps]

[He knows exactly how long, down to the very hour-]

Four days.

[-not that it’s very hard to count.

It’s quality, not quantity, that matters.]

[paladorable]

[ That surprises him a bit, evident in the slight arching of his brows. To his credit, he doesn’t just blurt out “that’s it?” since he knows well how quickly bonds can form on the battlefield. If their partnership, forced as it was, was put into place during a trying time, then four days is enough. More than enough. ]

No wonder he seemed confused when I told him I’d known you for months.

[bleps]

[He nods. Arenvald’s raising brows are noted, Connor always tracing changes of expression in his mind, even unintentionally — but the swift creation of his and Hank's friendship isn’t questioned, and he assumes that his companion understands.]

I want to say that’s probably the case. My experiences back home are admittedly very short compared to everyone else’s here. Speaking in terms of months in relation to myself would confuse anyone who knows me from Detroit.

[Well. Not that Hank would know when he was issued, but that didn’t change it being the truth.]

[paladorable]

And here I’m used to being one of the youngest.

[ He grins as he says it, nudging Connor playfully. He gave Connor grief about his age before, so there’s a bit of a precedent. ]

Mayhap it’ll take months this time instead of days, but Hank will come around. I know he will.