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Might be a rest will do you some good as well, lad. Leastways no harm can come of it, as I see it.

[Wow, why was he getting this lecture? Why was Grandfather lecturing him about this? This wasn't even about him. NO, HE'LL RELAX WHEN HE DAMN FELT LIKE IT YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF-]

I assure you, my time will be well spent on plenty of matters to keep myself occupied. I am not, and should not, be anyone's concern.

[Wow, it wasn't intended as a lecture, he's no Haytham. Just well-meaning advice from an old coot.]

On that point, I find I disagree. Family should always be a concern. [A shrug and a grin.] Do as it please you, then, I'll not stick my nose where it isn't wanted.

[... For once.]

[Well meaning advice without the sass from a Kenway? Connor needed to get used to that. Even Achilles (who was easily more of a father figure anyway) harbored a lot of grumpy sass. His mother had a certain amount of sass with her, but he was his mother's son in all honestly. For the most part, how they dealt with things were like two birds of a feather. That grinning, well-meant, laid back advice wasn't something he saw a lot of toward his way. Give him a bit, Eddie. He'll come around. He did feel a little bad for kinda snapping at him.

However, everything aside, Connor heard something that caught his attention moreso. Edward muttered the "F" word. What was the most logical way to go about that then? These two would be trekking back and forth a long time before being on similar ground, he felt. But maybe it wouldn't be so bad? After all, Edward just kind of dished that word out and Connor hadn't said even a one syllable word that suggested he was related to him.]

"Family"?

[Let us just start with an explanation. You said it, not him.]

Aye, you heard true. [Edward scratches his beard thoughtfully.] As I understand it, a posh bloke called Haytham wandering round these parts is my son. Wears a fancy hat and coat and the like. And as I understand it, you're his son.

[Savvy?]

You'll have to forgive the youth of this oldster. Seems I'm behind on a fair amount of things.

I am more than familiar with my father.

[He said this with a little bit of a downer tone. For the sake of this though, he doesn't go further into that (for now). His eyes have, however, become more downcast. It looked like some part of him decided to give and concede; let out something inside. Probably the most emotion Edward would see from him to date. The jig was up, so to speak. Everything Connor had thought to himself was confirmed; and it was odd to hear him call his son a "posh bloke", by the way. Somewhat humorous coming from him.

He had seen his mother come back (and look younger), his father return (not look any younger), his descendent from the future came into light recently, and now his grandfather had shown himself. He thought to himself a while ago it shouldn't feel any different. For a while, it really hadn't. It didn't feel that way now that Edward had seemed to fully take in all that info and now they were confronted with it. Connor had to face this demon now.]

It was true then.

I have only heard of my grandfather through those stories I had spoke of to you. When you introduced yourself as a "Kenway", I had a feeling but I could not say for certain when all I had were words and nothing else.

Hey, lad, why that face? [He gives him a rough clap to the shoulder, evidently trying to encourage the other Assassin. (Feel free to tell him not to touch, he'll get the hint quickly.)] If I disappoint you that much, pretend I said not a word. I won't be hurt by it.

[Maybe. Okay, yeah, he will. But Haytham gave him a funny reaction too; perhaps there's something he's still missing here, in the grander scheme of things.]

[Surely, touching him alone was already a quirk with him. The touch Edward gave was brazen enough for Connor's shoulders to lock up and then have him quickly look right at the hand, staring at it. Sorry Edward, your touch was harmless but unwarranted with this one. Connor merely would then just take one of his hands to remove it. Not forcefully, or harshly; but he did remove it. Edward was free to think how he pleased with this whole transaction. In any case, there was an even greater misunderstanding that Connor wanted to address.]

It is not that.

[After all, all he ever knew was-]

I cannot be disappointed in a man I only knew through words and nothing else. As an Assassin who plundered with his crew on the seas in a ship. Not as a man who was a father and a grandfather.

[Basically he had been trying to deal with the situation knowing full well he could be looking at family he didn't really know an inkling about. Did it mean anything then? What sort of opportunity would this be if it was nothing he had ever thought he could experience in his own lifetime on Earth?]

[That's the last reaction Edward expects to get to what he thought was a friendly and harmless gesture, but after Connor does it he holds up his hands to pacify him. Lesson learned, no touching, he'll keep his hands to himself.]

Aye, is that true? [Why he and Connor would never meet in future is something Edward would ask his son, but he could barely get anything out of the man last they spoke. He doesn't much like being on the clueless end, here, but what can he do?] Listen, I didn't intend to be a bother coming in here and running my mouth off, but it seems I am, and I'm sorry for that.

[Maybe he should just leave. Given Haytham certainly hadn't seemed to have wanted to talk to him, maybe his grandson is the same way.]

[It was then when Connor shot another look his way. Connor's face always spoke a thousand words, was distinct; or rather, when he made an expression, it was for good reason. Connor was like a statue in mind and body, facial features included. Things really shook him when it really pertained to...what was in his heart. When it really came down to it, Connor's heart was very large. Feelings, fickle things, but Connor had them whether some people believed it or not. Comprehension was a different issue and that usually depended on what was happening. This feeling he had now, though, was something he felt before. This feeling was actually something he knew very well of. His face had shown it.

Guilt.

It couldn't have been easy for Edward, he had to think to himself. He saw his own son all grown into something he probably didn't want him to be. It all felt familiar to the Native when he looked at it that way. Or rather, just on the other end of the stick. Family relations just couldn't be normal for them, could it?

No matter how Connor could possibly look into the situation though, he could never understand exactly how Edward was feeling; but he didn't want to complicate it further.]

No, you have done nothing of the sort.

[...]

I am the one who should be sorry. I had not meant to complicate anything for you.

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[Edward just watches the other man's expressions pass over his face, and crosses his arms to resist the temptation to give Connor another pat on the back.] Hey, cheer up that face a little, lad. You look as morose as a whipped dog.

[And Edward likes dogs as much as the next man, so he doesn't especially want to feel like he kicked a puppy. As for the apology, he just shrugs noncommittally. Complicated, perhaps, but Haytham's turned out the gentleman of high breeding Edward had wanted his children to be, and Connor's mother is certainly strong and beautiful. There's probably far more to it than that, and much Edward still doesn't yet know. But so far so good? ~~Haytham hurry up and marry Ziio already and give him more grandbabies.~~]

I'm used to complications, don't you worry about that. I don't know as much about you as I'd like, but I'm proud to see I've a grandson carrying on the Brotherhood's cause.

[Connor can attest to dog loving but anyway.

At Edward's first comment, he had to stop himself from apologizing again. He had to quickly evaluate himself on what to do and how to react. He had to shape himself up and not look quite so "whipped". He was better than that and he wanted to be better in front of Edward for some reason.

He then heard Edward speak again and it struck him in a different way. Edward said he was...proud of him? That was surely something that spun around in Connor's head a few dozen times. Then there was being called "grandson"; something he was going to have to get used to, but nothing about it he disliked.

Yet again though, Edward said he was proud of him.

Haytham said that once, before he died. Like before, he just stayed quiet to listen and let it sink in.

Soon enough, a small curve came on his face. He looked somewhat amused, which could have had Edward ease if he was truly worried about his little grandbaby.]

Neither do I, though it is not too late. That is something we could change, Grandfather.

I'd be more than willing. [And Connor, despite seeming a very serious and reserved fellow, certainly seems more responsive than Haytham ever was.] Not sure how I feel about this whole "Grandfather" business yet, though. Do I look that old to you?

[Does he have wrinkles? He knows he's kind of grizzled-looking and scarred, but come on.]

But that's beside the point, I suppose. If you ever have any questions about me, ask away. It's no bother.

[Connor was more than amused at this point. But he conceded to what Edward was saying.]

Alright, I heed. "Edward" should suffice then, should it?

[He gave a small nod of his head.]

I will. As would I.

[Then suddenly, he uttered a few simple words that were said in a very friendly and lighthearted tone. Like he really was to mean what he would say and it came with utmost sincerity.]

Thank you.

Ah, there's a smile. That's more like it.

[No being a gloomy grandbaby around this one. He'll bother you until you're amused or exasperated enough to snap out of it.]

Don't mention it, lad. I'd propose we have a drink and a chat together sometime, our mundanes willing, but I shouldn't be passing any bad habits onto you, eh? [He grins, mostly joking. Connor's a grown man, Edward's sure he knows his away around a tavern.]

[Grandbaby is allowed to be gloomy he's an adult hmmph.

This was really the start of something great and Connor probably didn't know the extent of it. Edward seemed like a pretty good guy, despite being a pirate. But labels don't mean much at all and Connor did hear Edward was loyal to his "rough" crew. Connor stood by it when he said, in his own way, that he somewhat respected a man who went to find his own desires free from the control like the Templars pushed.

With the subject at hand, that sounded pretty nice. Connor didn't drink much as he didn't care for the taste at all. However, a drink or so while they just chatted in a tavern was something Connor had done with his recruits, no, friends. That's what this was at the moment, right? A start of a friendship between two Assassins; who happened to be related.

Connor wasn't the greatest at talking about himself but he was okay with doing it if it could help Edward to get to know his grandson.]

I would be honored.

[Heh.]

I do not drink much so I do not think you need to be concerned of that.

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