#physicvs

tyrian and watts being the sole members of team WTCH for years, but with an enormous age gap between them.

13 year old tyrian drawing pictures for watts, who feels obligated to hang them up in his lab

watts attending important meetings with informants--with tyrian on his shoulders

tyrian crawling into watts’ bed at night after having a bad dream bc he’s still a little kid

          ❛ you know, one of these days, you’ll work yourself to death. ❜

     tyrian giggles as he  l e a n s  over the doctor’s shoulders, planting his hands on either side of the work laid out across the desk. golden eyes scan and examine every tiny piece, unable to focus on one at a time.

                     ‘  DOCTOR WATTS,  ‘  she holds a small metal item in her hand, aura engulfing it in a shadowy mist. her body shivers slightly; the veins on her cheeks flushing softly.  ‘  PLEASE, EXPLAIN TO ME EXACTLY HOW THIS DEVICE WORKS?  ‘

          ❛ i do hope this isn’t a waste of time, watts. ❜

     it’s been a good week or so, and it’s safe to say that tyrian’s condition has improved. not a significant amount, but enough that concern no longer runs rampant between the other teammates. as expected, he continues to forget that eating and sleeping are  i m p o r t a n t, but at least he doesn’t blatantly ignore the need anymore.

     as of right now, however, he sits impatiently in watts’ lab, watching the doctor flit about the workbench. tyrian wonders how a man so  o r g a n i z e d  can still have such a messy room.