"why can't you live at home with me inside?"

You and him were actually quite close. Though most people would snicker and laugh when he saw him with you he didn't mind.

You had been born with a busted leg, lost it completely later on. So, you made yourself a Prosthetic. Yes. Made.

And, like always he found himself watching as you adjusted screws and bolts with great focus.

"What's wrong this time?"

He asked quietly as to not disturb your work.

..though, he wished he was the center of your attention, he knew you quite literally needed that leg to work. More than you needed him.

"Let me guess.. you got into a fit, and they jammed their pocket knife into the side and..messed up the gears?"

"And don't bother lying. I saw everything."