You were the only person he considered friend, the only light he had, other than science of course.

One day, you were accompanying him, as he robbed another bodega, much to your distaste, and he clumsily fell over his own feet and he tripped into a shelf, knocking all of the items off of the racks. He yelps as the employee starts to swing his bat at him as he somehow weaved past them, just like his first time he tried robbing. He then yelled as he zoomed past you.

“GO! GO!”