13th Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

[There are dragging, scraping sounds as the comm clicks on, and they continue throughout the transmission.]

I require...

[A long pause, as if the next part is physically painful to say.]

... a mechanic. And a drink.

[The comm clicks off there, as the speaker continues hauling his broken old aft toward his quarters.]

Comments

[SPAMS WITH ACTION!]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

... You don't give yourself enough credit, in some cases.

[ A mechanical sigh as he lowers his head, running a hand over his faceplates. ]

Did you honestly think I wanted to lose you as a friend?

I... am not intending to push you into anything.

[SPAMS WITH ACTION!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Just know myself too well.

[And he's back to studying the floor.]

I do not know what you--No. I... did not.

Then... as we said... it is best we forget what... happened.

[SPAMS WITH ACTION!]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[ That floor is very interesting. ]

... That is for the best.

[ Ow. ]

[SPAMS WITH ACTION!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He'll only nod. Because this is safer. This is better.

This is more painful.]