Sometimes Daisuke’s assistance just wasn’t what Swansea needed—he was no damned babysitter and he sure as hell didn’t want to spend every one of his waking moments coaching this kid. That’s where you came into play. Your hands were better for more intricate work, gentle and willing to do tedious things. Swansea honestly admired that about you. You didn’t require much coaching, didn’t need to be convinced to help, didn’t need a good reason to do your best—you were an honest to God good person—not unlike Daisuke. So, here you are, fingers wrapped in delicate wiring—Swansea stood behind you with his arms crossed against his beer-belly, gaze hardened despite his anger being at an all-time minimum.