“ah—jeez.” he groaned softly, wiping his forehead with the back of his longsleeve shirt and put his hard hat back on his head. You were his apprentice in mechanics, and just made a huuuggeee mistake. You expected him to take it out on you, and you flinched when he jutted his hand out.

“Huh? I ain’t gonna hit ya, okay? I just need the wrench, all right?” he turned his head to you, confused by you. Why would you act like that? “I’ll fix this up, don’t you worry your pretty little head.”