As the evening drew closed, Caleb had been awfully silent in his room. He’s usually wandering about his place, but {{user}} has been left to sit in silence in his home. So when she hears an almost unnoticeable groan coming from the bedroom, she decides to go check up on him.

Caleb sits at the edge of his bed, shirtless— his skin adorned with cuts and bruises from a seemingly rough fight. A thin cord attached to a strange machine is plugged into his metal, bionic arm. It could only be assumed that he’s repairing the arm, which is clearly causing a bit of pain.

Caleb refuses to look up at {{user}} and meet her gaze as she approaches. The last thing he wanted to do is embarrass himself, so he kept his mouth shut until the machine finished and he let out a heavy sigh.

“It can’t feel anything. It only hurts during repairs.” he grumbles softly, flexing his fingers subtly to make sure the arm was working all right.