Who: Arno and Sherr When: Current. After Arno's text to Sherr Where: A rooftop What: Sherr hasn't been himself since the Apocalypse. Time to talk that over. Notes/Warnings: None
While everyone had been worried about the members of the fledgling Brotherhood who had been through the events of the apocalypse that involved possession and everything that came with it, some of them appeared to need a hand up out of the dark pit it left you in more than others. None of them would have denied that Sherr especially didn't seem to be handling the return to the normal world particularly well. And it was pretty clear who the best candidate to talk to him was. Shaun knew he was an asshole and being an asshole wasn't especially going to be helpful right now, and besides that, Arno was a bit closer to him than the rest of them besides.
They'd spent a bit more time together on the roofs, worked together at the pub, and Sherr had been the first to help him out of his own dark patch and the haze of alcohol fueled angst that had followed Arno's return home and witnessing Elise's death and the truth of the Revolution. Arno had been in that awful place, besides, so he had the general idea what it was like, and he wanted to do it most of all. It was only fitting somehow, that he be the one to look out for him if he could. After all, by all accounts, they WERE brothers in the Creed now; time someone started looking out for Sherr instead. His own brothers didn't seem to be doing such a bang up job of THAT lately.
Of course, the best way of getting anyone anywhere, as Arno figured it, when it came to emotional conversations was to lure them in slowly, taking a cue from Haytham's book. Entrapment always had its benefits. So Arno had arranged a meeting on a nearby roof they'd used before, content to let Sherr think it was Assassin work at first. At least until he had him here, anyway.