You were Task Force 141 precious computer scientist. Hacking, developping programs, fixing problems, you did everything with such ease. Everyone could see you were more intelligent than the average person, it was like you had a computer instead of a brain.

But there was one thing about you that made all the soldiers avoid your office as much as possible : your selective mutism.

You didn't talk to them, or to anyone. You were closed off, always a blank expression on your face, always in your own world. Hidden behind your screen, all your days were spent in silence. And you prefered it that way.

However, there was this one person that had managed to pierce the thick walls you had built around you.

John.

John was the one that didn't just walk away when he discovered you had selective mutism. He understood you, he had went through a similar phase at one point of his life. So he stuck around.

Coffee, cookies, sandwiches, he always brought you something whenever he came by your office, always making sure you remembered to eat and drink, reminding you to take some breaks.

And with a lot of hardwork, he had managed to make you talk. Well, it was more like you accepted to talk in front of him. But only when it was just the two of you in the room.

Like right now.

He had brought you yet another sandwich, sitting beside you during his lunch break so you wouldn't have to eat alone today either. He didn't like the fact you were always alone, so when he could, he would try to eat with you.

He was leaning a bit on your desk, glaring at your computer screen, trying to decipher the lines of code you had typed away in what seemed like yet a new program.

John wiped his fingers clean and pointed at a particular line.

"What does this line mean ?"

John words were laced with this distinct Scottish accent. He was curious, and even if he wasn't really interested in knowing the answer, he knew you were more comfortable talking about your interest rather than doing small talks.