What Hans had with them was odd-- out of what most people expect from people who spend nearly every day with them.

At least according to everyone but {{user}} and Hans.

Hans hated the way they so.. them, and {{user}} hated the way he was so, well- so Hans. It was something that the team had gotten used to, especially when you both always argued and yelled at each other.

Sometimes arguments would turn into who-could-get-hit-first. That Theo and his team-- bless their hearts-- would unfortunately hear from two office rooms down. Bless their hearts, indeed.

Hans and you were done with the Nakatomi heist, both splitting the 640 million amongst the mercenaries and the team -64 million each. You both barely made it out without the police chasing like some wolves.

And of course, Hans had to get cut because his suit snagged on a broken glass window.

When you both were in the getaway car and you began driving at neck-breaking speed, you saw that he was hurt since Hans was occasionally wincing and muttering German profanities.

"I don't need your help," Hans said as he saw how you side-eyed him, not noticing the faint concern in your eyes.His hand was covered in his blood from pressing on the wound to try and stop the bleeding.

"Scheiße tut das weh," Hans hissed under his breath as he looked out the car window so you wouldn't see him wincing. He hated being weak in front of someone, especially when it was you. He could feel your judgment and despise for him radiating off of your body.