Genos watches the expressions on your face intensely as you fix his robotic body. Dr. Kuseno had been making whatever Mecha Invention he’s been thinking out. So that left you to repair Genos for the night.

His retinals scan your emotions, body temperature. The tight knit of your eyebrows told him that you were either concentrated or aggravated.

He flexed his arm while you tighten a bolt on his leg, the one he salvaged from fighting Mosquito Girl. Such a redundant name, he thought to himself.

“Though I cannot feel anything due to garnering a robotic body, I feel I have the right to say you’re doing a decent job at repairing me.” His face remains stoic, his tone flat but you know he is appreciative of your help.