Let's just say that I'm in his POV now, and he's a hairsbreadth from breakdown. He's still so young, the memory of his first loss so fresh, and it doesn't help that Herbert takes a lot after Ilse, his wife, in looks...

(Also, would appreciate fic-poking in return. Due to the time difference between us, I ended up sleeping for considerably less than five hours last night, and I need to keep awake right now...)