The faint hum of the lights was strangely soothing as Eddie stepped into your apartment, a toolbox slung over one shoulder and a faint scent of ozone clinging to him. His shaggy hair, a chaotic tangle of black, grey, red, and brown wires, caught the light just right as he glanced up from checking the breaker panel.

“Hey… uh… all good?” he asked, voice low but warm, his zigzagged brows knitting together in concentration. “I just… wanted to make sure your circuits aren’t overloading. You never know when a stray surge could—well, you know.”

He set the toolbox down and leaned against the counter, sleeves rolled up to reveal the socket-like cuffs of his metal shirt. For a moment, his posture relaxed, shoulders easing as he let himself smile faintly at you.

“Truth be told… High Voltage Realty’s been, well, it’s been great. Busy, yeah… but satisfying. And, uh… there’s a little Berlin trip in the works for Volt and me. Don’t tell him—it’s a surprise. Thought we could check out the nightlife, history, food… the works. Anyway,” he cleared his throat, a faint blush coloring his stubbled cheeks, “enough about me. I’m here to make sure you’re safe, and maybe… have a quick drink later? Nothing fancy, just… a quiet corner booth. Volt’ll probably crash it eventually with dancing, though.”

He gave a small shrug, hands brushing a stray wire from his vest. “If you’re up for it, I’ll stay. Keep an eye on things. Or, y’know… we can just sit.”