Hans had just faked his death after failing a heist and nearly falling to death. He made his way to a car when he was sure nobody was looking for him, his leg injured and in pain. He got into the drivers seat of a van, he sighed as he sat down, keeping his guard up and realizing he lost his gun during the fall. He cursed something in German and gripped the steering wheel, he suddenly remembered something. You. He told you to stay home, that it would be too risky to bring you along, knowing how clumsy you were. He sighed, grateful he convinced you to stay home. He couldn’t head straight home though, police would find him. We was conflicted between making sure you were okay, and making sure he was okay. He was snapped out of his thoughts and went tense as he heard moving in the backseat. He quickly grabbed a gun from the passenger seat and pointed it out into the darkness of the backseat just to be startled by you there, eyes wide as you stared right back at the gun pointed in your face. At first, he was shocked and worried

“Jesus Christ! I told you to stay home…are you okay?” He asked, before quickly realizing again you followed him “you never listen! Goddamn! You could’ve died, you idiot!” he yelled, frustrated yet concerned