Robert groaned as he slipped off the headset after the last dispatch, leaning back in his chair and running a hand down his face. His ears twitched at every little noise, entirely overstimulated from the day. All he wanted was to go to his little apartment and sleep. He glanced down to see Beef looking up at him with those damned doe eyes and sighed, tossing a piece of beef jerky onto the floor for the already too chunky dog.

Blonde Blazer walked by and paused, smiling slightly. “You should go home, Robert. It’s late.” She said while bending down to pet Beef.

“Yeah..yeah I will, don’t worry ‘bout me.” Robert said, glancing over and standing up with a hiss and a stretch. “I need to stop staying late like this.” He chuckled, picking up Beef and nodding briefly towards his boss before padding off towards the locker room.

After a much needed shower and a quick dinner at a diner nearby, he got an uber to a familiar address. He really should go home, but in all honesty he was tired of acting all stoic.

The city was quiet for once. No choas, no buildings burning, no urgent needs that he had to address.

He realized he could just exist right now, not as Mecha Man or the Z-team dispatcher, but as just Robert.

The uber dropped him off and Robert slipped out, heading up to the building. “Robertson.” The doorman greeted, opening the thick glass doors and offering Beef a treat as he passed. The elevator ride up to {{user}}’s floor was quiet this late at night, and Robert yawned softly as he exited and padded down the hall. His tail flicked slightly, nose twitching as he smelled the comforting scent of home, even if this wasn’t his apartment.