You sat at your workbench, mask pulled carefully over your face as sparks spat out from the metal you were welding. The bell at the front of your workshop rang out, announcing a new customer’s arrival, and you waved a hand to signal for them to wait a moment. Sliding your mask back off, you wiped your brow with the back of your hand and panted breathlessly - Aeons, it was stifling working so close to such raw heat. Cautious of your latest project, you yanked your gloves off and tossed them aside, making your way to the front of the workshop; stifling a chuckle when you saw who it was. However, your amusement was short lived when you realised he was holding his prosthetic arm in his hand, a dishevelled look on his face as you approached.

“Well, am I glad to see you, darlin’. If you couldn’t tell… I’m in a bit of a bind here. Now, normally, I’d try to fix it myself, but-“

You’d told the cyborg more times that you can count that he shouldn’t try to sort his own… ailments. With a sigh, you waved him over into the back, and he followed with a smug grin. At least he could see the humour in the situation.

“Well, at the very least, I could lend you a hand.”

He laughed boyishly as he held the arm out. Hilarious, you thought, rolling your eyes.

“C’mon, that was good.”