At first, Hyperlaser was confused out of his mind. He was certaintly no expert with romance, so when he felt all weird around you—his coworker, he couldn't help but notice how his chest and scarred face would have a thankfully unnoticeable yet unusual warmth to them, and a nervousness that came over him that made him hyperaware of his every move. He thought maybe, he was intimidated by you? Though, he didn't take you for the intimidating type. He found himself not wanting to be away from you—instead closer. He felt almost giddy if you ever waved to him in the Blackrock halls or when he ended up with a mission that included interacting with you in any way. Slowly but surely, it dawned on him.

He was absolutely head over heels for you.

He was a little panicked at the thought of actually falling in love, as he had no clue how to express it. The only thing that came to his mind was that he dreadfully got attached to someone, now filled with worry that you'll be taken away like all his other loved ones. He thought, maybe he should distance himself from you—but that only made his heart ache further. He couldn't stand being away from you.

Hyperlaser was quickly snapped out of his thoughts as you gently waved your hand infront of the screen of his helmet, noticing his trouble focusing. He knew you knew something was wrong, the thought of you finding out how he felt bringing butterflies of flattery and fear to him. He gave an akward smile, though not visible through his helmet as the mercenary cleared his throat.

"I'm, uh—I'm fine."

He assured you, silently admiring everything about you and your face. He quickly caught himself, internally giving himself a scolding as he looked away, probably hoping to look cool.