Of Assumptions, Misconceptions, and the Holes We Dig Ourselves Into
WHO: SWORDOFPEACE and SCHRODINGERSBOT
WHAT: The Knight and the Nerd need to have a Talk.
WHERE: Their apartment
WHEN: After having visited Magnum to "discuss" the terms of Wing's punishment
WARNINGS/NOTES: Schmoopy, angsty robots.
Perceptor's mood failed to thaw during the trek back to the apartment, his gait remaining stiff, features fixed as if he were little more than a mindless automaton. It went beyond the quiet solitude of deep thought, settling firmly into the realm of silent withdrawal, for all that he remained in step with Wing, and within the boundaries of polite company. Physically, he might have brushed against the jet any number of times; mentally, he was parsecs away.
It wasn't until the door to the apartment secured behind them both that the scientist seemed to awaken from his torpor, at least enough to ascertain that Hot Rod was elsewhere, and that he and Wing were alone. He wasn't certain if he was glad of that, to have the privacy to speak his mind, ask the questions that had been plaguing him since Magnum's office, or if he regretted the absence of the distraction of Hot Rod's presence. He'd expected that Wing would have his own questions, and so, he paused, standing beside the couch, staring blankly at their vid screen until the silence stretched on uncomfortably. Finally, he could stand it no longer.
"You... will be safe? In your past?" The words tasted like ash, but he forced them out, anyway.
WHAT: The Knight and the Nerd need to have a Talk.
WHERE: Their apartment
WHEN: After having visited Magnum to "discuss" the terms of Wing's punishment
WARNINGS/NOTES: Schmoopy, angsty robots.
Perceptor's mood failed to thaw during the trek back to the apartment, his gait remaining stiff, features fixed as if he were little more than a mindless automaton. It went beyond the quiet solitude of deep thought, settling firmly into the realm of silent withdrawal, for all that he remained in step with Wing, and within the boundaries of polite company. Physically, he might have brushed against the jet any number of times; mentally, he was parsecs away.
It wasn't until the door to the apartment secured behind them both that the scientist seemed to awaken from his torpor, at least enough to ascertain that Hot Rod was elsewhere, and that he and Wing were alone. He wasn't certain if he was glad of that, to have the privacy to speak his mind, ask the questions that had been plaguing him since Magnum's office, or if he regretted the absence of the distraction of Hot Rod's presence. He'd expected that Wing would have his own questions, and so, he paused, standing beside the couch, staring blankly at their vid screen until the silence stretched on uncomfortably. Finally, he could stand it no longer.
"You... will be safe? In your past?" The words tasted like ash, but he forced them out, anyway.