h a n d l e r

“I doubt it.” His answer was curt, minimalist. But that was simply Six in a nutshell. He didn’t let on more than he needed to– and right now he was still on the fence about this redheaded rebel. Rex didn’t need any further negative influences– he was dubious about the male’s intentions.

“You say that as if I invited him here with promises of candy or a puppy. He walked into my house and I offered pizza. Which we have a surplus of. Don’t ask me why.”

Seems someone didn’t like being judged. Or wasting food. Cracking his neck aside, the professor stood, deciding to try playing nice.

Keyword: try.

“Herbal or fruit?”

Hospitality was a wise choice. Six wouldn’t respond differently either way-- but the purple man was saving himself a lot of trouble through compliance. He was a scientist-- and while Six was particularly fond of one back at Providence, that didn’t mean he trusted them.

Scientists were the reason behind the Nanite event.

His expression didn’t change as he considered the options. Six’s stance didn’t relax at all, either. He never did. Watching Rex was a full-time job that would likely put him in an early grave. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Just because you haven’t done anything yet doesn’t mean I’ll leave you be. Rex is off limits-- is that understood?” His voice was authorative-- perhaps he was involved in a military of some kind. Six was here to keep Rex safe-- that child wasn’t just his mission-- he was like a son.

Nothing would harm him so long as Six drew breath.