Bob was all achy and miserable after ejecting. It wasn’t all that bad, the eject could’ve malfunctioned and he could’ve just exploded, but.. it still hurt like a motherfucker. He hissed as he was engulfed into a hug, his ribs hurting the most if anything.

“Careful, careful.” He said calmly despite his pain, his arms rearranging the hug so it was aimed towards his neck and shoulders rather than his torso. “I’m okay, I promise. It was just a bird strike, a whoops. It’s alright.” He said softly.

Oh he was so insanely in love with you.

“Seriously, I’m fine.” He murmured, kissing your forehead softly. His arm, despite the shoulder pain for the eject, went to rub your back as he kept yourself glued to him.

“..No, I can’t tell you what I was doing.” He repeated for the thousandth time, his nose buried into your hair and sniffing the familiar scent of strawberry smelling shampoo. “All I can tell you is that we were fine, and some birds flew by. I’m serious.”

It would take a lot more scolding and cuddling until you were sure he was alright, but he was okay with that. For the most part, at least. As long as his ribs didn’t bruise worse from the hugging.