Hermes reached down and rested his hand over Russell's on his thigh. "There are a whole host of things I'd rather forget," he said softly, "but to do so would be an insult to my past and where I came from is important to how I ended up where I am now."
His gaze met the wolf's again. "I've seen Noctis in your head, sir. There is no proper give and take for that, other than perhaps your being aware of the wounded parts in me in return." He heard. He saw. He felt. He would say nothing to Carrick about it, but that didn't mean the knowledge wasn't still there.