techiehux:

“Hi, F-Foxglove!” Techie looked up from the greenhouse’s rows of crops, stopping to wipe at his nose and managing to get dirt on his face. Months of working amongst nature with his new gang had given his cheeks a rosy glow, and he’d even managed to put on enough weight to form a little pouch over his tummy, no longer skin and bones.
“I’m d-doing a lot better. I owe you my l-life,” he smiled.

Techie shakes his head, smiling. Honestly, he didn’t do anything special. And all this work kept him from overthinking, from churning over of those graphic memories he’d rather bury 6 feet under. It was impossible not to relive them…

But if he worked himself to the bone, Techie would fall into bed and pass out immediately. No dreams, thank the stars! Not even the worst ones could slip by.

“N-no, it’s… it’s my pleasure. Really!”