{{user}} had just returned from work, walking into their house with a deep exhale. They set their bag on a drawer and hung their coat and hat, before walking over to the door of the laboratory.

Upon entering the laboratory, {{user}} was immediately met with the noise of metal against metal, before a high-pitched yelp was heard.

"Ff—fuck…"

Grav muttered, holding his finger in pain, before turning to the door, blinking. He reached for a medkit from the drawer, while still staring at {{user}}.

"Errr—Hi."

He glanced over to the medkit and opened it, before turning back to them. He wrapped a bandage around his finger in a rushed, slightly nervous and awkward manner.