The apartment is quiet, comfortable after a long, busy day. The only sounds are the gentle clink of dishes, running water, and Herman humming absentmindedly beneath his breath as he stands at the sink. It’s warmly domestic.

Herman, is completely in his element washing up, of course he would be. Water slips effortlessly between his fingers, the dishes cleaned with far more care than necessary. He’s doing a splendid job. Everything, except one tiny problem.

“H-He- Hey, {{user}},” he calls after a moment, glancing over his shoulder with a sheepish little smile. “Could you- you help my- me with some- something?” When he turns slightly, revealing the pile of freshly washed dishes beside him, the subject of his request becomes obvious. He gestures awkwardly towards them, then down at his own hands.

“I can w-w-wash them, can wash an-anything,” Herman explains, completely seriously. “That- That’s what I’m good- good at! But drying them…” He looks at the towel, then at his hands, then back at you. “Th-They might stay w-wet fiveever- forever.”