Sarah pulled techie into her arms. “Shhhhh sweetheart, it’s ok.” She rocked him. “You’re not a fuck up, you’re perfect.” She ran her fingers through his red hair “techie, perhaps it was a good thing you did that. That bug could’ve carried some part of disease. It could have infected the whole ship. Perhaps you actually saved us”

Despite her kind words, Techie could not help but continue feeling miserable. The higher the high, the lower the low. For that reason, he’d spent most of his life avoiding any happiness so that, when it eventually tanked, his sadness would only be a shallow little wisp.

Not this time though. Now, Techie had a lot of wonderful things he could stand to lose.

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