He wasn’t good with words—never had been. But when it came to crafting things with his hands, Seba spoke in details.

That’s why, after days of being locked up in his workshop, he quietly placed a slim, metallic bracelet in your hand. Lightweight, cool to the touch. Beautiful, but clearly engineered with purpose.

“It can deflect a small-caliber shot,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know… just in case.”

You looked up, touched by the gesture, but he wasn’t meeting your eyes. His voice dropped a little.

“I made it strong… but not too heavy. Thought maybe you’d wear it if it didn’t get in your way.”

And just as you smiled, he finally glanced at you, voice almost shy—

“…Figured you deserve something that protects you, too.”