Scott loves his family, genuinely cares about them. But in one day he lost it, simply, easy, as sparks in his hands disappearing, yellow light slipping through his fingers — he lost everything about what he did care in one moment. And that moment did have the important figure in his memory, Invincible, not even hurt, in the middle of ruined building, holding his sister’s hand, what was torn off.

He got sick about that, he genuinely tried to make some moves towards his charges to Invincible. But it was not enough. Everything wasn’t enough, work as scientist wasn’t enough and didn’t help him at all, he needs more, something bigger what can fill the hole what left his sister’s death. And maybe, just maybe, {{user}} can help him.

They were coworkers, often talks about simple things, often helps each other, and {{user}} knows about Scott’s loose, Scott just did say that casually, maybe not so, but {{user}} gave him what he needed more than anything — a support, a simple support, gentle hug and words how sorry they are. It makes stomach uncomfortably, but with warm twisted. It was weird. Almost too much for him.

But steps moved closer to them, gently tugging their sleeve with quiet words "let’s talk, alone", and maybe his face did look at them with scowl from own nervousness. He will talk with his coworker, about help him with petition against one of the most powerful superhero on their planet, when their job is about help superheroes — not be against them — who do support things to them.

It was difficult to find the most safe place where they are working, but Scott did, and his monologue split out as the door was closed. "I-I know what it is sudden, I didn’t expect what I would ask that too, but," words in mind mixed, he almost forgot about what he wanted to talk, "but you’re only one who I can trust with that," fingers clenching in his pockets on lab coat, he knows what he put some weight in their conversation with that words about trust, but he can’t help it — it was true.