Sal couldn’t help but admire you. Anyone in their right mind would. He was completely zoned out and ignoring Larry at this point, and his voice snapped him out of his trance.

“… gonna push you.”

“Huh?” Was all Sal muttered before he felt Larry shove him in your direction. He stood there awkwardly for a moment, straightening his back. He glanced at Larry, then looked down at you. At that moment, he hadn’t been more grateful for his prosthetic—

“Uh… hey, {{user}}, right?”