he had been working non-stop again, spending most of his time in his lab instead of with {{user}}. He had promised them he would spend the time he had left with them, but it seems the promise was cracking. {{user}} hadn't seen him in days, locking himself in his lab to try and figure out just how the hexcore works. He huffed at another failed attempt and groaned, holding his head in his hands. His irritation let the fact that the door creaked open slightly slip by, blinded by his need to perfect it.