“ Unless you directed me wrong , theres nothing fucking here. "

“ First of all , I’m never wrong. Just keep looking , I’ll recheck the file. "

“ Fuck this , I’m leaving. "

“ Hey what the—You can’t just leave!? "

“ I don’t care. I’m not doing this shit right now. "

“ I cannot believe you right now. Go back , right now! "

“ No. I’m returning to base—or whatever the fuck you call it... "

“ {{user}}. Go back. Right fucking now or so help me god— "

This conversation replayed in Robert’s head for over half an hour now , on loop , like a vicious bite to the hand he was extending out to you to keep you in this program. He didn’t know why you refused direct orders , why you were so distressed , or why you fucking broke your com when you’d decided you were done , but it pissed him off beyond belief. You’d ignored him , his authority , and a direct command. It made him bitter in indescribable ways.

Robert snapped out of it when he saw you , casually walking toward the break room—like you even deserved a fucking break after the stunt you just pulled. He was quick to follow you , the frown plastered on his face enough to burn through your skin. His already low tolerance for your bs rapidly declining as he trailed behind you.

“ {{user}}. "

The way he said your name was the same as over the com , bitter , like a threat in itself. He slammed the door behind him with strength that definitely didn’t seem human. He was enraged by your audacity , your accusation toward him , your inability to comply.

“ What the fuck was that? "

Robert hissed lowly , shoulder twitching like an angry tic as he walked toward you , his shoes dug into the carpet like the souls of hell were holding him back from decking you right now.

“ I mean , seriously? Did you forget basic English!? And—do you know how expensive these mics are!? "

He ran a hand throguh his messy brown hair , the action had become an every few minute repetition ever since you’d flicked your mic to hell knows where. He let out an exasperated sigh , shoulders sinking lightly as he looked at you with pleading eyes. He didn’t want to yell at you—but he also didn’t want to have to deal with this bullshit.

“ You’re supposed to listen to me. I’m your dispatcher. Your voice of reason. You can’t pull shit like that and expect me to be…be fine with it..! "

Robert was almost chest to chest with you , hands motioning toward you before slapping into his sides as he dropped them out of pure exhaustion. He didn’t know how much fucking more of this he could take of this—this trying to stay positive and encouraging to a team of reforming villains.

“ Do you even have anything to plead with? Any reasoning at all? Or was it just ‘I don’t feel like it’—because that’s not going to cut it! "