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.

“Ha, n-not so much! Some th-thorns got in my thumb. See?” Techie holds out his hand with the thumb out, unbothered by Foxglove wiping the dirt from his face. He was getting better about being touched, too. There’s a gash from where the thorn ripped his skin, reddened and bleeding. Luckily, he hadn’t gotten any dirt in it while working.

isilwenshadewind:

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.

“I’m glad.”, the blonde said with a genuine smile. “It seems that being here with us agrees with you.”

She looked him over and gave an approving nod. The man looked a far cry better than he did when her men had found him. He seemed a bit more relaxed as well.

She had made sure that he had access to all manner of comforts – if he wanted it. To be honest, she spoiled him. The poor thing deserved it after all that he had been through.

Foxglove pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and held it up questioningly. She wouldn’t touch him unless he was ok with it.

At first, he didn’t understand what the handkerchief was for. Once it dawned on him after a few moments of confused silence, Techie’s lips twitched upwards. “Yeah, th-that’s okay. I don’t mind.” He stood up from his uncomfortable crouch and went over to Foxglove, standing as still as he could with his trembling for her to get at the dirt.

He briefly remembered his own handkerchief (currently covered in grease from fixing some pipes in the sub levels.) Foxglove really had spoiled him, and he felt like he could never do anything great enough to make it up to her.