The blast wasn’t massive but it was loud enough to send a shockwave through the workshop. You’d barely turned the corner when Wrench’s latest “totally safe” experiment exploded, and in one swift move, you tackled him to the floor to keep him from getting hit by a flying chunk of drone.

The dust cleared slowly. Tools clattered to the ground. He blinked up at you through his mask, his chest rising fast beneath yours.

Your faces were inches apart. Your hands pressed into his hoodie. His fingers, accidentally or not, gripped your waist.

“Uh…” he rasped, voice cracking through the vocoder. The LED display flashed wide-eyed exclamation marks.

You didn’t move. Neither did he.