#4ylins

@4ylins — ❝ i'm doing some of my best work here and you don't even have the decency to roll your eyes at me. honestly it's hurtful. ❞

that alone was enough to at least gain a smile out of him, but in her defense he was focusing on the task at hand — research. he was trying to figure out why one of her sensor's kept malfunctioning. it was like a nerve misfiring — hard to really pin down what the cause was, but it could easily mess with a multitude of her enhancements.

@4ylins ; if i'm not annoying you, what's the point? ( accepting )

@4ylins : thunderbolts .

credibility  was  never  something  bob  had .     he'd  never  lied  out  of  spite ,    never  sober  at  least ,    and  only  out  of  necessity .     it  had  always  been  a  knee  jerk  reaction  to  draw  off  the  sympathetic  stares  he  couldn't  cope  witnessing ,     his  sniffled  back   ' i'm  fine '    translated  into  something  not  unlike  please  stop  asking .    they  hadn't  ever  asked  again ,    and  let  the  seeds  of  doubt  sprout  into  something  lasting .    he'd  tried  to  tell  someone  he  trusted  about  his  parent's  behaviour  on  a  handful  of  occasions     (  nurses ,  teachers ,   family  ) ,    swept  under  the  rug  like  bob  had  only  suggested  it  to  get  a  kick  out  of  the  shock .     he'd  stopped  after  a  while ,    found  that  dealing  with  it  all  alone  was  better  than  the  consistent  rejection .     jobs  had  never  lasted .    he  was  unreliable ,    turning  up  to  jobs  only  when  he'd  pulled  himself  from  drug  induced  stupors .    he'd  lose  one  and  struggle  to  find  the  next .     it  wasn't  his  fault ,   but  he  certainly  never  tried  to  make  an  improvement .    what  was  the  point ?