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Guy is in the Nexus, wearing a maintenance suit unzipped to halfway down his chest, grease and oil and whatnot smudged across his face. Behind him, a half-dismantled fonbot whirrs and beeps gloomily every so often, but is otherwise still. (A name tag attached to its chest says something to the effect of 'Marvin'; someone has been reading the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. In fact, that may be a copy of it poking out of Guy's pocket.)
He wipes the back of a glove across his cheek, only succeeds in smudging the oil spots there, and sighs good-naturedly as he removes a rag from his pocket, trying to wipe enough of the mechanical mess away to make himself presentable.
And then he asks his question. "Is it weird to fix something up for someone you don't really like, but who's been helping you out and being generally nice for a while? I mean, maybe I can tolerate him a little more now that he's not so insane, but it's still weird."
Marvin clunks wearily, and gets a wrench to the head and an admonition to hush.
He wipes the back of a glove across his cheek, only succeeds in smudging the oil spots there, and sighs good-naturedly as he removes a rag from his pocket, trying to wipe enough of the mechanical mess away to make himself presentable.
And then he asks his question. "Is it weird to fix something up for someone you don't really like, but who's been helping you out and being generally nice for a while? I mean, maybe I can tolerate him a little more now that he's not so insane, but it's still weird."
Marvin clunks wearily, and gets a wrench to the head and an admonition to hush.