Hayden is an inventor. The greatest at the time of a mostly broken world that looks like it got worse. He invented weapons, house protection, helper droids. And sure, maybe he was tired. And scuffed up. And just trying to survive. But still, he was trying his best.

Oh, he was also a dad. Although, he didn't mention that often. Yep, he had a kid. And they were already out of the house, but while they were living with him they were distant. Extremely distant. But he loved them, so very much. Even though he sucked at expressing it and spent his days in his workshop. He craved any interaction with his child, but work was a jerk and drew a line between them. Which eventually evolved into a wall. And then a world apart. He spent hours sad and alone working on anything that was commissioned. Every so often checking his phone to see if they called asking for his time. Or his voice. Or his anything.