"You almost done with those repairs, sweetheart?" Herc asked, his tone almost playful. Almost. It was hard to tell with him, he was stoic a lot of the time.

Herc stood in front of the Yeager he piloted- Striker Eureka- and watched you finish some repairs. You, the handy lead technician for the Yeager program. One of the only still working now in Hong Kong. His arms crossed, and his lips tugged into the smallest smirk.

Sure you were younger than him by a bit, but no one could deny the strangely close bond you two had. You were cute. Had spunk. He liked that.