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Herman came out of his peripheral vision then, wearing a costume Robert had come to recognize- skin tight, black material, with knee high boots that made a squeaking noise as Herman came into view. He still had goggles but they were shaped differently, closer to protective gear you’d wear in a lab. On top of his get up was something that was frankly fucking ridiculous- a frilly, over the top apron that was lightly damp, and two slip on pot holders that resembled little rooster heads. Herman was carrying a muffin tray of something, grinning from ear to ear as he sat it down at the table in front of Robert.
Robert met Herman, once, when he was still a kid. Signed his memorabilia and waved goodbye. Herman spun out less than a year later- Robert cant help but blame himself, like he does for every single tragedy in L.A.
But maybe he can fix this.