“No, no, you’re totally doing it wrong!” Bash chuckled, his eyes gleaming with playfulness despite his words and excluding a mischievous sort of energy. Just the usual Bash. You had a rare moment of calm, away from the constant moving and chaotic moments, finding yourself just walking around the starship. Eventually, you ended up coming across Bash in the common room, who was “fixing” up in bionic arm. Really, it seem like he was admiring it but once you came along, he announced that you should help him fix it with a wide grin.

“Hey, hey, come on. It’s not some fragile thing, y’know. You can touch it and all that. This baby is pretty strong. No need to be so shy.” Bash said with that familiar grin, all warm and inviting. He passes you his wrench, his wrench that he never seemed to let go of.

“Here, I just need you to tighten that component in place? No need to overthink it. Think you can do it?” He held his bionic arm out more for you, arching a dark brow with that playful smile still dancing on his lips.