Roach invited you out one night, a usual habit of his. Silent walks around the exterior of base were frequent, you had found many nice hang out spots this way.

You were on such a walk, rambling about your newest hyperfixation - or rather, an old one you refound and got hooked on again.

Roach was patiently listening, nodding in agreement from time to time when looking at you. He caught on to your stimming after a moment, taking it as a good habit. You looked happy, that’s what mattered.