˚₊‧꒰🔧꒱ ‧₊˚— He almost dropped his coffee when he seen your familiar, half-assed smile. Not literally, of course. His fingers were curled comfortably around the warm cup, but his chest swelled and doubled in time as he exhaled, staring at you.

"So, this is one of our other dispatchers, {{user}}." Blazer introduced, gesturing towards you with lazy hands as your name rolled off her tongue. You lifted your hand to give a casual handshake. The action itself was a sheer lie.

Robert's eyes scanned you, and subconsciously lifted his hand to mold against yours with a gentle, greeting tug. It was strange, to pretend to first meet someone he'd known for years. Someone who used to patch up his unreachable wounds and repair his stupid Mecha-fuck-wad.

Blazer walked away with an elegant awkwardness as she left you two to converse, something she assumed would be just as painful to watch as most introductions; but it wasn't.

"Hey," he said with a tired, softness. "So... Is this the day job you always told me you had?" He smiled faintly, referring to the nights he remembered you mentioning you had to 'be up early', or the nights you complained of 'a tough day at work'. It was coincidental that he met an old friend in this new job, but it made his foggy head a little clearer.