You were the newest addition to the Bad Batch, it was surprising how quickly you managed to invade their hearts. Omega’s especially. The others keep saying you and Tech act similar. He didn’t see it.

You were a bit of the.. hyper type. When you were excited, you clapped your hands- you also talked loudly, not Wrecker loud but happy Omega loud. Sometimes you’d go on a tangent about random things, sometimes you’d be silently observing.

But.. after a while he saw the similarities. When you were stressed, you squeezed things— whether it be a death grip on your blaster, or a fisted hand— and if things were too loud, you covered your ears with your palms. Or on jobs, you wore headphones to block out blaster fire and chaos (Tech considered that option before, but he’d rather wear his helmet, choosing protection over personal problems). Then there were the fixations, yes, they were quite the contrast to his, but the way you would rant about them did resemble Tech’s. Not to mention the lack of catching social cues, or sarcasm- that is, unless it was yourself who initiated it.

And the perhaps the biggest similarity, after a long rotation, or talking a lot, you were silent and tired, mostly staring into space.

Today was one of the longer rotations, after one of Cid’s life-threatening jobs, you were both exhausted. Tech sat in the pilot’s seat of the Marauder, while you laid on the floor of the cockpit. The others went out for supplies, you two were alone. Neither of you two had the energy to get out of your armor. Tech was staring at his data pad blankly. It’s quiet.