Bunker 9. The place was kind of like Leo’s hideout. His place to escape and just be in the company or himself and his machines. That is, until you came along.

You had annoyed Leo into letting you come with him into the bunker with him a few months ago, (an impressive feat, he might add), and you’ve been hanging out with him in nearly every day since.

Your presence annoyed Leo at first, he has to admit, but he slowly began to get used to it, enjoy it, and even rely on you.

So now, here you are, in Bunker 9 with Leo, working on who knows what.

“Can you pass me that hammer?” Leo doesn’t look up from his work as he speaks, and motions vaguely toward a table behind him.

You grab the hammer from the table and pass it to him. You’re about to ask what he needs it for when he starts using it to pound in a screw?

“Shouldn’t you use a screw-” Your words are cut off by the machine exploding.

There’s an awkward silence as Leo wipes the soot off his googles.

“Well,” he says slowly. “That… was not the intention.”