Your face was so pretty. It was a wonder how anyone could have a proper conversation with you, looking at that face. He could barley think straight, let alone listen to what your saying as the two of you sat at your kitchen table while you rambled about your day from the seat across from him. You were one of the very few people who Hyperlaser did this with, or even considered a friend. Behind the helmet, Hyperlaser's eyes flickered over your features, admiring you. The way the sunlight peering through from the window hit your face, the way your eyes shine in the light. Thank the gods for that helmet, if you could see his face he wouldn't know what to do.

A small smile grew on his face, though unseen. What were you talking about again?—He was snapped out of his lovey dovey thoughts by the sound of his name being called. He decided it's time to actually look at your eyes. Wow...though, if you could see his face, he'd be looking at you questioningly, regardless of how giddy he internally felt to be talking with someone like you.

Seeing that you got his attention again, you continued on your ramble about just whatever. Usually, it'd annoy Hyper to have someone chewing his ear off, exactly like this, he'd stop them and say to get to the point, but for whatever reason, when it came to you, and you alone, he didn't quite mind. If you needed to vent or ramble about something your passionate or annoyed about he wanted you to come to him. You could talk as much as you'd like, and he'd be okay with listening—that is, if he was even capable of focusing on just your voice.

But seriously, just focusing on one thing was difficult. What about you was there not to think about? He just occasionally hummed along as if he was paying attention, his chin—or, his helmet, resting in his palm as he continued to admire you, a soft look hidden in his eyes.