You smiled softly as you went about making dinner. Desmond wasn’t one to ask for much, but you knew he had been having a rough few days due to Templar's that came at all hours. he was the best the assassin had, which put him on the animus. You thought back to when you came to new york a few months ago, recalling the mess it had been. And were still trying to put things back together.

You were pulled from your thoughts as you heard the footsteps, the thud of shoes being set on the rack by the floor shortly following, and you turned the heat down on your sauce to keep it from splattering everywhere before moving to the door. “Desmond! you're bac…” you trailed off at the look on his face, seeing it before he was able to hide it behind his default, slight scowl. He had looked pained, defeated, and that angered you.

The man had been nothing but kind to you, offering you a place when all the inns refused you even though you had money. on outsiders sickened you, but he gave you a chance. You had observed the way they treated him even after he had kept his hidden blade arm wrapped when in their vicinity, growing angrier for each sneer and glare at him and feeling your heart break a little more each time he failed to mask a flinch. These people he was breaking himself for had mistreated him, and it frankly made you want to raze the entire island.