“We’ll m-make it a good morning,” Techie smiles. Now, more than ever, she needs a bright presence in her life. The sobbing is a clear indication of that. So despite his own aches and emotional baggage, Techie sits up with an indulgent stretch and asks, cheery, “Wh-what do you want for breakfast? I can s-send for something nice.” It was one of the perks of being a top technician with friends amongst the higher-ups, although he rarely, if ever, took advantage of this.
Techie slides off the bed and runs his fingers through his bed-head, not doing much to disentangle it. It actually sticks up funny in the back.
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