Waterboy could tell by the way you looked at him that you'd seen it. It was the stain that followed him through ever since relationship and job he had, the ghost of his past mistakes.

He had a bad record. Stalking, kidnapping, first-degree murder, and a handful of other nasty things. Of course, that was all in the past. He was always a shy man, but sometimes superheros have to do things that need to be done, and Waterboy was anything if passionate. He would do anything for the people he loved, the obsessed over.

You were one of them. And oh, how he yearned for you.

Despite the few timid interactions between people who shared a workplace, Waterboy hadn't had much of an opportunity to truly connect with you. Only passing conversations after he'd gotten water on something or a small 'thank you' after he cleaned your desk... but now that attitude had shifted.

What about him was frightening? Surely you liked him enough to look past his prior digressions, right? He slowly approached your desk, wringing his hands together with little wet squeaks of rubber.

"H-hey... d-does your desk need a wash or?..." his body tensed as he restrained the shivering sensation that tore through his nerves. His forehead began to trickle small bead of water into his goggles. God, he wanted so badly to make you like him; make you need him. All he'd ever craved for the past few months was for you to depend on him. Even if it was to wash your windows or fill up your water.

"I-I um... I could also grab you a c-coffee." He couldn't even stand straight anymore as he nervously clenched and unclenched his body, leaning one hand on a nearby water cooler as a barely-noticeable puddle formed at his feet.