video; evening of day 445

[familyissues]

[ Heya, Asgard. Desmond here has been part of the recent disappearances, unaware of the time that has passed between his departure and his return. Judging by his surroundings, he's just been given the boot by the castle maids, his expression tense. Small wonder why. It's a mite chilly for May, and he's clearly without a shirt.

Or much else, though he's not letting the camera drop to display any of that for public consumption. Banding in the stushes seems like a good plan for now, yes. ]

If this is someone's idea of a joke, no offense, but your sense of humor could use some work. If there's anyone up now that could lend a guy some pants, I'd be eternally grateful and in your debt et cetera et cetera.

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[pushesgently]

[Desmond isn't the only one.]

I believe you.

[There's more to say, but before any of that, Altaïr slings an arm over Desmond's shoulders and pulls his grandson into a hug.]

We thought we'd lost you.

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[familyissues]

[ Oh. He wasn't expecting a hug, but damn is it ever welcome. Desmond hugs Altaïr tightly in return like a long-lost son. ]

You're all not rid of me yet, jiddie.

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[pushesgently]

[He is rarely a demonstrative man, but Altaïr holds him for several long moments without moving away. He may be scarcely a few years older than Desmond, but he is very much a grandfather now.]

We will hold you to that.