[Hector draws back when Isaac finishes washing his hair and settles himself to lounge and sip at the wine. He fetches a hand towel and dries his wet forearms as he thinks on his answer.]

You...you understand a portion of myself that no other could. I think there is a possibility we could work together and be better off than either would be on our own. Last time was not a proper test of what could be between us. I did not know what horrors you had witnessed.

[He shrugs a shoulder, trying to be casual in the face of a serious conversation, wary of provoking Isaac’s claws.]

I don’t know if we could ever be considered ‘friends’...but we are likely the closest either of us will come to that. It seems worth taking a chance on.

[Because Hector, at least, had been content with solitude when he had known no other option; now that he has felt what it is to be close to another person, he cannot go back to the aloofness of his youth.]