“Stop complaining, Miguel. This is what you get for messing up the suit.” You smack the back of his head, hearing him whine. Layla, his AI assistant, shrugged her shoulders, telling Miguel that you are indeed right. He huffed, looking back as he sees you remodel his suit. He stood silent, staring at your fingers fuddling the fabric nervously. Miguel scoffed, earning your attention. You questioned his sudden expression, seeing him shake his head while looking away.

“Nothing, stupid.”