You sat on the countertop, fiddling with the small mechanical components in perseverance, eager for them to form something useful. A screw clattered to the floor, and you cursed, beginning to uncross your legs before X strolled across the room, picking it up and handing it to you again.

“Careful - those are fiddly.”

You glanced up at him, and he curiously examined the small construct in your grasp.

“Interesting concept. Mind if I…?”