Ah, here's another chapter. Sorry -again- for keeping you waiting -again-. I hope you like it, and I think the next chapter is going to follow the game, though. No more freedom! Ehem, yeah. Sorry for any mistakes, grammar or whatever you find. So, please enjoy~!

An action is worth a thousand words

You stared at the ceiling of your room. Na'estse was fast asleep by your side. She was a good roommate, you noted. She did not snore nor move, and though you were grateful for that, you didn't feel completely at ease, so you raised from your bed as quietly as possible, being careful not to awake the native American girl.

Once out of the bed, you tiptoed towards the door, opening it just so you could slip out, and closing it as softly as you could. A soundless sigh left your lips and you proceeded to walk towards your favorite spot of the homestead: the balcony.

You would often go there when you felt troubled, the calm of the night and the chilly air helped you cool down. Then, there were the stars, shining so brightly you wondered if they ever got tired of shining.

The line of thought was interrupted by the sound of a door opening. Na'estse stood there, while you expected it to be someone else, at least she would make a good companion.

"Hey…" She walked towards you and stood next to you, arms over the railing.

You smiled in return. "Sorry I woke you," You probably had, as you were an epic fail as a ninja.

She laughed quietly, it was not polite to wake the others. "Don't worry about that." She followed your gaze and looked up at the stars. "I like it," She said. "The balcony, I mean."

"Yes. My favorite place," You agreed. "I can share it, you know."

Her face softened and she nodded, still smiling. "Why don't you tell him?"

Your face angled sharply as you turned to look at her. "Excuse me?"

"Ratonhnhaké:ton," She still had her eyes locked on the dark sky and its little shiny spots. "Why don't you tell him?"

You had wondered the same for a long time. While it was obvious for everyone, he had no clue, or that was what you thought.

"Do you think he feels the same?" You asked.

She now turned her head and stared intently. Her eyes reminded you of him, they were so bright. "I think there's only one way to discover that."

She was probably right, but there was one minor, minuscule, problem. "I don't think I'm ready."

She nodded. She understood, she used to have a crush on Ratonhnhaké:ton when she was little. It was hard for her to phrase her feelings, and it the end it just resulted in Ratonhnhaké:ton leaving and her heart being crushed. She knew she had lost her chance, and she didn't want you to lose yours.

"[Name]," She mused. "Then hurry up and get ready. You never know when someone else will come and take him away from you."

You fell silent. There was nothing else to be said. She was speaking the truth. Maybe she had experienced it? She sounded so sad, yet firm.

"I consider Ratonhnhaké:ton my best friend. Brother even."

Na'estse didn't have to explain her relationship with the Assassin. You knew it, she knew it, but she still she had decided to do it.

"I am only sure that he… he doesn't see you as a simple friend. There is more than meets the eye."

Grateful. That was how you felt towards Na'estse; grateful. So it was not surprising that the only words that left your mouth were "Thank you."

You woke up totally rested and joyful the next day. That conversation with Na'estse the day before had been a really spirit lifter. You walked downstairs rather quickly and sat down in your chair with a foolish grin plastered over your face.

Niaran raised an eyebrow. As Kanen'tó:kon, she had woken up early in the morning, the trip to Kanatahséton was long, and there was no time to waste. She was already showered and had changed into fresh clothes you had the suspicion belonged to you, though you didn't mind at all.

Kanen'tó:kon made his way from the kitchen into the dining room. It was only appropriate to prepare breakfast for everybody, and that was exactly what he did, so he put a plate full of delicious looking food in front of you and another in front of his fiancé.

You squeaked in delight at the sight of food. You didn't have any idea that Kanen'tó:kon cooked. You were ready to devour your food when someone clearing his throat caught your attention.

Niaran, Kanen'tó:kon and you turned to meet Connor's surprised gaze.

"Hey, good morning," Niaran smiled at the Assassin, pointing him the empty chair next to yours where he sat down.

"Good morning. You didn't have to-"

"Oh, come on!" Kanen'tó:kon interrupted. "It's the least we can do after being your guests."

Connor shook his head. "You know it was not necessary."

Na'estse chose that moment to appear, smiling brightly. "Hey guys "

"Hey," Connor smiled as he patted the seat next to him, but Na'estse shook her head.

"I already ate." Was her excuse.

You wondered if what you talked with her the day before had to do with her strange behavior. You could see past her smile, there was something else going on with her.

Connor nodded in understanding, so he dig into his food as soon as it was placed in front of him. "I forgot you were good at this," He mumbled.

Kanen'tó:kon laughed, he knew how much Connor liked his food.

After a peaceful breakfast, it was time for the Native Americans to go. You bid your farewells and good byes, and shortly, the only occupants in the house were Connor and you.

As soon as the three Mohawks were out of sight, Connor turned to you pinning you with his intense gaze.

"What?" You mumbled, not looking up. Hey, the patterns of the wooden floor were interesting!

He went directly to the point, "What happened yesterday?"

It was posed as a question, but it sounded as a demand. You had been unjustly rude to him, and he deserved the truth.

"I was…jealous." It was hard to admit, given the red that colored both your cheeks at that moment. "It was selfish of me, I'm sorry."

He frowned. Why would you be jealous? He had given you no reason to- "Oh," Realization finally sunk in.

"H-hey, it's not a big deal!" You waved your hands dismissively in front of you. The sooner you dropped the subject, the better.

He scratched the back of his neck absentmindedly, a rare sight on him as everything he did was calculated beforehand. "I… I'm sorry."

You smiled. "N-no. Well, better wash the dishes-"

You spun around ready to head to the kitchen, but his hand caught your wrist, making you stop. You turned your head and glanced up at him.

"Wait, I…" He didn't know why it was so hard for him to just order his thoughts. Then he sighed. An action was worth a thousand words, right?

Your eyes widened comically as the Assassin kissed your forehead. He then rested his head over yours, arms wrapped loosely around your form. "You are really important to me," he said in the end, his voice was rough and deep, telling you to believe him.

Unknown to you, he, too, wasn't ready – Not entirely. He wanted to be more than friends with you, but there were still a lot of obstacles in store for him. Being an Assassin was the first. There was nothing more he wanted than you to be happy.

The sound of the door opening and Achilles voice echoing though the house saying something about 'young adults' and 'hormones' startled you.

You gently pushed Connor away so you could regard Achilles properly. He was glaring lightly at you two, and you couldn't help but smile sheepishly.

"I don't want to see annoying children running around my house!" Was the only thing he said before dragging his backpack to his room.

"Children?" Connor raised an eyebrow.

Ah, what a naïve man.

"I'll explain that to you later," you offered with a smile.

He shrugged but nodded nonetheless. "Okay, I guess."

You were never going to explain that to him.