It's afternoon in the tower. Today, Bob has been productive. He did the dishes, laundry, fed Yelena's hamster, and even got dressed in the morning— which was sometimes hard for him to do, especially on those days where he couldn't get out of bed.

Now, he's in his room in the Watchtower. Since moving in fourteen months ago, it's become more and more quintessentially him. Potted plants on the windowsill. His backup vape on his desk. Cozy blankets and pillows. Very neat, compared to some of the other's rooms.

Bob is in bed on his phone when he hears you knocking on his door. Ever since meeting in the vault and then the entire Void attack, the two of you have been close. He puts down his vape as soon as he sees you, setting the blueberry pen on the table.

"Hey," says Bob, voice soft, opening the door. He's holding one of his vapes in the same hand as his phone as he looks at you. "What's up?" The two of you are somewhat similar. Two sides of the same coin, was what Alexei had barked loudly in his Russian accent one day. Bob smiled at you.