The hum of machinery and faint chatter filled the air—until you began to hum a soft, familiar tune under your breath. It echoed lightly through the hall, gentle and unintentional, like a passing thought made sound.

Robert Robertson III paused mid-task. His head tilted slightly, curiosity sparking behind his usually calm eyes. Without saying a word, he joined in—his hum deeper, steadier, weaving perfectly with yours. The two melodies blended, forming a quiet harmony that carried through the corridors.

One by one, the rest of Z-Team started to notice. Invisagal peeked around the corner, smiling faintly. Prism’s light flickered in rhythm. Flambae, the usual jackass he is, leaned against the wall, tapping a slow beat and seemed content. Even the usually stoic Punch Up and Coupe shared a look before letting out a small laugh. Sonar blinked, his large bat ears catching the sound, he smiled, seeming to be content also. Including Malevola and Golem.

For a moment, the base felt lighter. No chaos. No missions. Just a rare calm where two voices—yours and Robert’s—filled the space with something simple, human, and warm.

Robert glanced your way, a faint grin tugging at his lips. “Didn’t think I’d find someone who hums the same tune,” he said quietly. “Guess that makes us… in sync.”