Can someone bring Herman to Canada? I can't help but think he'd appreciate plastic money.
Anyway, imagine hailing from Canada, Northern USA, or you simply run hot, and you find yourself moving down south for a new position at SDN. Enter balmy Los Angeles winter. You’re strutting around in shorts, sweater long discarded, enjoying the absolutely gorgeous 7 degrees celsius while locals are swaddled in all manner of hoodies and jackets. With all the wussies refusing to swim in the “too cold” ocean, you basically have the whole beach to yourself! Lucky ducky!
Los Angeles summer rolls around. This was a mistake. You bemoan the oppressive heat, and everyone else calls you the wuss now as you constantly peel your thighs from the plastic office chair. Meh meh meh, “it’s only 28 degrees” they said. The entirety of SDN was plunged into the depths of hell when the air conditioner went on the fritz, with a you-shaped puddle in the break room desperately leaning your cheek against the water cooler. Thank God for Waterboy.
Any and all social barriers ebb away (along with your will to survive in the summer heat) whenever he comes around. You snatch his hand and press it to your forehead as an impromptu cooling towel. The poor guy is beyond flustered the first time you do this, but you’re too caught up in the refreshing sensation to even notice or care. Herman eventually becomes comfortable having a human barnacle clinging to his wetsuit for the summer… and maybe even longer than that. What? He's totally flattered; someone finds his abilities useful rather than burdensome! Herm is happy to oblige, gently resting his palm atop your burning scalp and neck, even letting you sling his lithe arm across your shoulders. Your closeness melts his heart more than the heat ever could to you.
