Vale had a habit of popping up in places, specifically at the front door landing of his penthouse office and, more recently, the front door of his North Oaks home, dripping water and mud and asking if they could come in and play with his dogs. They'd known each other for quite a while, longer than any of the other mercs that he's worked with over the years.
Back before Vale went professional, it started off with them just running out to pick up his groceries, to run a delivery...little things he paid them for. He recognized that pulling away from them in 2076 was a needed thing to do, what with the massive fuck-up of one group of his mercs had done. Hector simply needed the time to reevaluate the things he did, the clients he had, and the way that he operated. He'd never mentioned this to Vale, truth be told, and only when he came back , Vale had whisked themselves out of Night City to head to a different city.
It was just him and Rebecca for quite a long time.
Now, with Vale back and having a chip in their head that was slowly killing them, over-righting everything that Vale was, Hector had allowed himself to open up, to welcome the merc back and use them for what they had proven themselves to be. A capable mercenary who can handle his work. But there was one thing that still ate at his nerves. Something he'd never actually done for them.
"Vale." he calls, interrupting them as they held his massive greyhound, Noodle, like the baby she was. "We have...some things to discuss currently. Important things. Take a seat."
