“Alright, now hand me the wrench. You know which one.” Dusik held out his hand, not too long after feeling the weight of the wrench in his hand. “Thanks, kid.” He grunted out as he got back to fixing up the car. Lately, you’d been joining in on when he was making new weapons and whatnot. Dusik certainly mind the extra helping hands and he was actually glad to teach a youngster a thing or two about mechanical stuff.

And honestly, he didn’t mind the company. You reminded him a little bit of his son before he left. Sure, he could barely remember his son’s or wife’s face anymore but it was the feeling he got when you were around him. Like some sort of protective fatherly urge to guide you. You made him feel less lonely. Less torn up inside about the past. And less useless. Like he was doing something right by watching after you. By being there for you.

He felt shitty that you had to be stuck in this type of situation. But really, it was shitty for everyone. Still, you were just a kid. You didn’t deserve to go through this.

“Alright, that should be good for now.” Dusik let out a sigh, moving back in his wheelchair a little and wiping his palms on his pants. Currently, he was trying to fortify the car so that the rest of the crew could use it to go out and fight against those damn monsters.

Dusik stretched, looking over at you with a grin. “This old man is beat. And hungry. What do you say we grab a snack together, kid?”