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“‘Course ah will, an’ Matilda too. She’d never fergive me if ah didn’t bring her along to tell ya bye as well,” he chuckles softly, then hesitates before reaching across the table, gently taking Yves’ hand into his own and giving it a soft, affectionate squeeze.

“Fer however long ya remain here…jus’ know ah’m right here with ya the whole way, beau. Shit, ah’ll even help ya pack n’ load all yer perty things n’ belongings if ya want me to.” Dell teases, grin growing just a tad wider and happier. He’d miss Yves like no tomorrow no doubt, but he’d at least try to spend every last moment with the man.

“Mmurp?”

“Ya don’t say?” Dell chuckled as he entered the main area of Yves’ chambers, smile soft as he held a conversation with Matilda, who perched comfortably on his shoulder.

The man looked increasingly better than he had days ago; the bags under his eyes had faded, the whites of his eyes no longer bloodshot, and his beard still well groomed and overall clean. He’d decided to keep his hair long like it was, experiment a bit with the length and density. Above all, his arm was looking better with each passing day; open wounds closing and bruises slowly but surely fading.

The engineer’s eyes soon landed on Yves and he grinned just a bit more, seeming to be in a better mood as well.

“Heya Yves, what’cha up to today?”

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Yves had been preoccupied with organizing and cleaning his shelves, he was wiping down one of the shelves. He turned to look over at Dell and Matilda, the other man seemed to look a lot better, and that put a small smile on the Frenchman's face.

"Not much, just cleaning up" He'd continue cleaning before speaking again "Well, do you have any plans today Dell?" He'd glance back over at him.

Yves had something in mind, but also wanted to make sure that the Texan wasn't busy.

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It took Dell a moment to fully digest what Yves said. He was going to leave. To go home, a place that he was familiar with. A safe place away from everything that plagued the base…

…away from him and the others. He’d never see Yves again, and it was unlikely that he could ever visit him.

“…ah…ah see…” Dell murmured almost silently, tilting his head down to look at his clasped hands, the brim of his hat hiding most of his face.

Dell understood why Yves had decided this. Hell, Dell found himself thinking the same thing time to time. To finally leave this part of their lives behind. An ache grew in his chest at the thought of Yves’ empty room; the warmth of the fireplace extinguished, the decor and furniture absent, the man himself gone for good.

Dell swallowed dryly as he let took in a breath, nodding lightly as he looked back at Spy. He gave him a small smile, yet it was almost sad despite doing his best not to show his mixed emotions.

“Well ah…ah think that’d be good. Ta get away from all this, the danger at the base, her…ya deserve the safety and comfort of home…”

“Mmurp?”

“Ya don’t say?” Dell chuckled as he entered the main area of Yves’ chambers, smile soft as he held a conversation with Matilda, who perched comfortably on his shoulder.

The man looked increasingly better than he had days ago; the bags under his eyes had faded, the whites of his eyes no longer bloodshot, and his beard still well groomed and overall clean. He’d decided to keep his hair long like it was, experiment a bit with the length and density. Above all, his arm was looking better with each passing day; open wounds closing and bruises slowly but surely fading.

The engineer’s eyes soon landed on Yves and he grinned just a bit more, seeming to be in a better mood as well.

“Heya Yves, what’cha up to today?”

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Yves had been preoccupied with organizing and cleaning his shelves, he was wiping down one of the shelves. He turned to look over at Dell and Matilda, the other man seemed to look a lot better, and that put a small smile on the Frenchman's face.

"Not much, just cleaning up" He'd continue cleaning before speaking again "Well, do you have any plans today Dell?" He'd glance back over at him.

Yves had something in mind, but also wanted to make sure that the Texan wasn't busy.

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“Sure, I’ll get those drinks right out!” The waiter chimed with a nod and was off with their drink order. Dell returns Yves’ look with a lopsided grin, tilting his head curiously.

“Ah’m all fer eatin’ meals like this with ya, but ah can tell ya got somethin’ else on yer mind. Penny fer yer thoughts?” The Texan asked, voice soft and gentle, not wanting the other man to feel pressured to share his thoughts. Yet, he couldn’t help but be a little curious.

“Mmurp?”

“Ya don’t say?” Dell chuckled as he entered the main area of Yves’ chambers, smile soft as he held a conversation with Matilda, who perched comfortably on his shoulder.

The man looked increasingly better than he had days ago; the bags under his eyes had faded, the whites of his eyes no longer bloodshot, and his beard still well groomed and overall clean. He’d decided to keep his hair long like it was, experiment a bit with the length and density. Above all, his arm was looking better with each passing day; open wounds closing and bruises slowly but surely fading.

The engineer’s eyes soon landed on Yves and he grinned just a bit more, seeming to be in a better mood as well.

“Heya Yves, what’cha up to today?”

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Yves had been preoccupied with organizing and cleaning his shelves, he was wiping down one of the shelves. He turned to look over at Dell and Matilda, the other man seemed to look a lot better, and that put a small smile on the Frenchman's face.

"Not much, just cleaning up" He'd continue cleaning before speaking again "Well, do you have any plans today Dell?" He'd glance back over at him.

Yves had something in mind, but also wanted to make sure that the Texan wasn't busy.

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“Hello there, sirs! What can I start you off with?” A friendly voice greeted them as a waiter slid into view, providing each of them a menu, his pen and pad at the ready to jot down whatever they chose. Dell inclined his head at the younger man and clucked his tongue as he perused the menu’s beverage section, humming as he did so.

“Ah, let’s see here…ah’ll jus’ go with a sweet tea please, a cup o’ coffee, an’ a plate of appetizer fries fer tha table.”

“Mmurp?”

“Ya don’t say?” Dell chuckled as he entered the main area of Yves’ chambers, smile soft as he held a conversation with Matilda, who perched comfortably on his shoulder.

The man looked increasingly better than he had days ago; the bags under his eyes had faded, the whites of his eyes no longer bloodshot, and his beard still well groomed and overall clean. He’d decided to keep his hair long like it was, experiment a bit with the length and density. Above all, his arm was looking better with each passing day; open wounds closing and bruises slowly but surely fading.

The engineer’s eyes soon landed on Yves and he grinned just a bit more, seeming to be in a better mood as well.

“Heya Yves, what’cha up to today?”

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Yves had been preoccupied with organizing and cleaning his shelves, he was wiping down one of the shelves. He turned to look over at Dell and Matilda, the other man seemed to look a lot better, and that put a small smile on the Frenchman's face.

"Not much, just cleaning up" He'd continue cleaning before speaking again "Well, do you have any plans today Dell?" He'd glance back over at him.

Yves had something in mind, but also wanted to make sure that the Texan wasn't busy.

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Dell’s cord tail swishes idly behind the man as he lets out a puff of air, hands on his hips as he surveyed the workshop.

He had cleaned it as promised, though he wasn’t too sure how long he could keep it that way before something set him off in a manic panic again. He’d assume it’d probably be her again, yet…

She had yet to arrive. While Dell knew better than to doubt her, he couldn’t help but have his doubts that convinced him more and more of one thing every day; the Administrator had been bluffing. A mere trick to see how they’d react. How long they would effectively hold out. A test.

“A test we ain’t passin’ as of right now,” The man grumbled to himself, scuffing his boot on the concrete floor as he made his way to his locker.

Maybe she’d never come, forever keeping them on the edge. Or maybe she’d strike, just as they let their guard down. Each day painfully dragging out into the next by suspenseful dread. Dell didn’t know how much longer they could all do this. How long he could do this…

Dell eyed the dufflebag that rested on the bottom of the locker. The very same bag he had when he arrived back on base. Dell was quiet for a moment, a silent debate ping ponging in the back of his mind.

Then, with a quiet sigh, Dell bent down and started to pack most of his things.

‘Jus’ in case things go wrong…’

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“Well thank ya kindly, sir,” Dell purred with a wink at Yves as he entered the dinner, Matilda safe and secure in her back strapped to Dell’s back, meowing curiously.

He took a moment to survey the area, eyeing potential tables to sit at before spotting a booth tucked neatly away from most of the diner’s patrons, knowing Yves would appreciate the privacy. The Texan adjusted his hat with a grin before waving at the masked man to follow, leading him to the booth with the heels of his boots clopping lightly against the ground as he walked.

“Ah hope this is a fine spot, darlin’. Can’t get much better than booths.” The man grins as he slides onto the cushions, placing Matilda on the plush seat next to him gently.

“Mmurp?”

“Ya don’t say?” Dell chuckled as he entered the main area of Yves’ chambers, smile soft as he held a conversation with Matilda, who perched comfortably on his shoulder.

The man looked increasingly better than he had days ago; the bags under his eyes had faded, the whites of his eyes no longer bloodshot, and his beard still well groomed and overall clean. He’d decided to keep his hair long like it was, experiment a bit with the length and density. Above all, his arm was looking better with each passing day; open wounds closing and bruises slowly but surely fading.

The engineer’s eyes soon landed on Yves and he grinned just a bit more, seeming to be in a better mood as well.

“Heya Yves, what’cha up to today?”

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Yves had been preoccupied with organizing and cleaning his shelves, he was wiping down one of the shelves. He turned to look over at Dell and Matilda, the other man seemed to look a lot better, and that put a small smile on the Frenchman's face.

"Not much, just cleaning up" He'd continue cleaning before speaking again "Well, do you have any plans today Dell?" He'd glance back over at him.

Yves had something in mind, but also wanted to make sure that the Texan wasn't busy.

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“Mrow!” Matilda meowed excitedly, pawing lightly at the glass in the direction of the diner. Dell chuckled as he reached behind his seat, swiftly grabbing Matilda’s bag.

“Heh, alright trouble, ya know what ta do. In yer bag, now.” The feline looked at the man and simply mewed before hopping into the bag, nestling in comfortably, having done this quite a few times.

With a zip of the bag, and a quick check to make sure all the ventilation holes weren’t blocked, Dell reached over and gave Yves’ hand a quick yet affectionate squeeze as he popped his door open.

“Ready when ya are, beau. ‘M starvin’!”

“Mmurp?”

“Ya don’t say?” Dell chuckled as he entered the main area of Yves’ chambers, smile soft as he held a conversation with Matilda, who perched comfortably on his shoulder.

The man looked increasingly better than he had days ago; the bags under his eyes had faded, the whites of his eyes no longer bloodshot, and his beard still well groomed and overall clean. He’d decided to keep his hair long like it was, experiment a bit with the length and density. Above all, his arm was looking better with each passing day; open wounds closing and bruises slowly but surely fading.

The engineer’s eyes soon landed on Yves and he grinned just a bit more, seeming to be in a better mood as well.

“Heya Yves, what’cha up to today?”

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Yves had been preoccupied with organizing and cleaning his shelves, he was wiping down one of the shelves. He turned to look over at Dell and Matilda, the other man seemed to look a lot better, and that put a small smile on the Frenchman's face.

"Not much, just cleaning up" He'd continue cleaning before speaking again "Well, do you have any plans today Dell?" He'd glance back over at him.

Yves had something in mind, but also wanted to make sure that the Texan wasn't busy.

#HEHE

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Dell sat up a little straighter at the town appearing on the horizon, humming contently to the music on the radio, lightly tapping a finger to the beat. He then paused, looking down at his right prosthetic, metal glinting in the light.

Around the base, Dell didn’t mind how open view his prosthetic was, knowing most mercs knew the story behind it. In public, however, around normal folks who would likely gawk at his creation and ask questions, well…

The man flexed his hand and within seconds, the metal prosthetic disappeared behind a holographic skin of a normal, flesh arm, identical to his left arm.

“There we are. Should keep nosy fellers from askin’ questions ‘bout it. Funny enough, it uses a technology similar ta yer disguises, Yves. Decided to implement that feature in mah last model and it worked our pretty well.”

“Mmurp?”

“Ya don’t say?” Dell chuckled as he entered the main area of Yves’ chambers, smile soft as he held a conversation with Matilda, who perched comfortably on his shoulder.

The man looked increasingly better than he had days ago; the bags under his eyes had faded, the whites of his eyes no longer bloodshot, and his beard still well groomed and overall clean. He’d decided to keep his hair long like it was, experiment a bit with the length and density. Above all, his arm was looking better with each passing day; open wounds closing and bruises slowly but surely fading.

The engineer’s eyes soon landed on Yves and he grinned just a bit more, seeming to be in a better mood as well.

“Heya Yves, what’cha up to today?”

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Yves had been preoccupied with organizing and cleaning his shelves, he was wiping down one of the shelves. He turned to look over at Dell and Matilda, the other man seemed to look a lot better, and that put a small smile on the Frenchman's face.

"Not much, just cleaning up" He'd continue cleaning before speaking again "Well, do you have any plans today Dell?" He'd glance back over at him.

Yves had something in mind, but also wanted to make sure that the Texan wasn't busy.

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“It’ll take a bit ta get used to, but ah promise it’ll become a part of tha norm fer ya before ya know it, Sol. Jus’ be sure ta take plenty of breaks in between wearin’ it.”

"I hate this thing." Soldier mumbled, itching at his prosthetic with a grimace. "It gets so sweaty and red."

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how does the prosthetic you gave jane work? like how does it sense his nerve signals through the skin?

“Precisely, feller! That’s how mine works, anyways. Since tha one Jane brought me was originally fer a soldierbot all filled with wires n’ such, ah had ta make some modifications, but it worked out in tha end.”

Dell explained, wiping away some scrap from his workbench.

“It’ll take him a bit to get used ta it, but ah think he’ll be fine in tha long run. If ya want more of a visual representation, ah suggest lookin’ inta the brilliant work of this man, Ian Davis! Same concept like mah work!”

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It took Dell a long moment to realize what Jane was trying to point out, brows raising as he sat rooted to his spot like he was told.

“Oh. Oh. Yeah, ‘course ya can rest here, Jane. Yer always welcome too,” Dell reassured gently, silently musing over Jane’s sudden non-verbal nature.

This wasn’t something the engineer had seen Jane do before. In fact, quite the opposite with the soldier’s usual loud nature. Yet, these were trying times, and the near unbearable weight they all carried made them do and act in ways unnatural to them.

Maybe he could teach Jane ASL if this became a reoccurring thing, especially since his hearing was fading faster than the rest of them. It worked with Reamus, anyways.

“Do ya need another blanket? Ah’m sure ah got some more in mah supply closet ta keep ya comfy n’ warm,”

He wished he hadn't done this. He wished he didn't have to do this. But it was his only option.

He gingerly knocked on Dell's workshop door, hoping he was there. His recent amputation in full view, and Soldierbot hand tucked under his arm. He felt horrendously guilty... but now wasn't the time.

"...Dell? I- I know I have some-... explaining to do."

What an understatement.

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“Jane, s’that you? Hold on a sec!” The engineer shouted through the door, words heavy with worry. The man continued to talk as he made his way closer to the door, voice and worry it carried gradually becoming clearer.

“A-ah heard ya were in real trouble an’ ah ran up n’ down all over tha base lookin’ for ya, but ah couldn’t find ya! Then ah heard you were okay, but nobody knew what happened and-“

The door swung open, revealing a slightly disheveled and out of breath Dell. His expression slightly faltered at seeing the condition of Jane; exhausted, hair unshaven and a full blown beard that shocked Dell more than anything.

“Jane, what tha hell happened? What-“

And then he saw it; Jane’s stub, hand gone entirely, and a robotic arm tucked right under his arm. Dell’s voice died in his throat, his expression going gravely blank behind his goggles, yet his jaw muscles flexed as he grit his teeth. After a long moment, the man’s nostrils flared as he exhaled a breath, stepping to the side to let Jane in.

“Yeah, ya do got some explainin’ ta do.”

#:3

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Dell’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned softly at Yves, hearing the excitement in his voice.

Though Dell wouldn’t say it aloud, he found it goddamn adorable. It wasn’t often he saw Spy’s true emotions back in their hayday; hell, even a genuine smile from the masked man was rare in itself. But now, as they grew closer, Dell saw more and more of Yves shine through his hidden personality, becoming more himself, more Yves…

And Dell loved every bit of it.

“Nah, sounds just fine with me, beau,” Dell chimed with a pitch of excitement in his own voice, unable to fully suppress the grin from his face, sharing Yves’ excitement.

“Mew!” Matilda agreed, purring as she watched the desert whiz by her through the window, fascinated

“Mmurp?”

“Ya don’t say?” Dell chuckled as he entered the main area of Yves’ chambers, smile soft as he held a conversation with Matilda, who perched comfortably on his shoulder.

The man looked increasingly better than he had days ago; the bags under his eyes had faded, the whites of his eyes no longer bloodshot, and his beard still well groomed and overall clean. He’d decided to keep his hair long like it was, experiment a bit with the length and density. Above all, his arm was looking better with each passing day; open wounds closing and bruises slowly but surely fading.

The engineer’s eyes soon landed on Yves and he grinned just a bit more, seeming to be in a better mood as well.

“Heya Yves, what’cha up to today?”

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Yves had been preoccupied with organizing and cleaning his shelves, he was wiping down one of the shelves. He turned to look over at Dell and Matilda, the other man seemed to look a lot better, and that put a small smile on the Frenchman's face.

"Not much, just cleaning up" He'd continue cleaning before speaking again "Well, do you have any plans today Dell?" He'd glance back over at him.

Yves had something in mind, but also wanted to make sure that the Texan wasn't busy.

#HEHEE X3

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Dell could only watch Jane fight his inner thoughts helplessly, and god did it hurt. How he’d do just about anything to make the soldier feel better, to give him some kind of comfort, something…but Dell knew he couldn’t do much.

So, he did what he knew best. He reached for the robotic hand and turned it over in his own metal hand, metal scraping against metal quietly.

It was doable. He would have to make some adjustments to make the appendage fully functional for Jane, but the man had indeed done most of the work for him already. He just had to attach it now.

“Alright, this shouldn’t take too long at all. Jus’ gotta rearrange some wires, add a few sensors, and this thang should work jus’ like mine fer ya. Ah’m gonna go tinker with it at my workbench, jus’…try yer best ta get some rest, okay darlin’?”

He wished he hadn't done this. He wished he didn't have to do this. But it was his only option.

He gingerly knocked on Dell's workshop door, hoping he was there. His recent amputation in full view, and Soldierbot hand tucked under his arm. He felt horrendously guilty... but now wasn't the time.

"...Dell? I- I know I have some-... explaining to do."

What an understatement.

- @emotionally-clumsy-soldier

“Jane, s’that you? Hold on a sec!” The engineer shouted through the door, words heavy with worry. The man continued to talk as he made his way closer to the door, voice and worry it carried gradually becoming clearer.

“A-ah heard ya were in real trouble an’ ah ran up n’ down all over tha base lookin’ for ya, but ah couldn’t find ya! Then ah heard you were okay, but nobody knew what happened and-“

The door swung open, revealing a slightly disheveled and out of breath Dell. His expression slightly faltered at seeing the condition of Jane; exhausted, hair unshaven and a full blown beard that shocked Dell more than anything.

“Jane, what tha hell happened? What-“

And then he saw it; Jane’s stub, hand gone entirely, and a robotic arm tucked right under his arm. Dell’s voice died in his throat, his expression going gravely blank behind his goggles, yet his jaw muscles flexed as he grit his teeth. After a long moment, the man’s nostrils flared as he exhaled a breath, stepping to the side to let Jane in.

“Yeah, ya do got some explainin’ ta do.”

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Dell only briefly examined the soldierbot’s hand before turning his attention to Jane, brows upturning as he heard the way he spoke, the way he seemed to shrink in on himself…

“Jane….y’know ah’d do jus’ ‘bout anythin’ for ya, no matter what,” he murmured, placing the robot hand to the side. He gently reached out with his hand, pressing his palm against Jane’s in a light an affectionate manner. He leaned closer to Jane, gaze soft as he let out a quiet sigh.

“Ah’m not…not angry with you. Nor do ah blame ya for…this. Ah know you wouldn’t do this ta yerself on purpose..” Dell said softly, rubbing circles gently into the back of Jane’s hand as he searched for the right words.

“These past few weeks, all this shit that’s been happenin’…it’s takin’ its toll…on all of us. Pullin’ us ta dark places, makin’ us do things outta fear, desperation…you saw how it got ta me, yet ya didn’t give up on me. An’ ah sure as hell ain’t gonna give up on you Jane. Ah…ah love an’ care fer ya too much to do so.”

He wished he hadn't done this. He wished he didn't have to do this. But it was his only option.

He gingerly knocked on Dell's workshop door, hoping he was there. His recent amputation in full view, and Soldierbot hand tucked under his arm. He felt horrendously guilty... but now wasn't the time.

"...Dell? I- I know I have some-... explaining to do."

What an understatement.

- @emotionally-clumsy-soldier

“Jane, s’that you? Hold on a sec!” The engineer shouted through the door, words heavy with worry. The man continued to talk as he made his way closer to the door, voice and worry it carried gradually becoming clearer.

“A-ah heard ya were in real trouble an’ ah ran up n’ down all over tha base lookin’ for ya, but ah couldn’t find ya! Then ah heard you were okay, but nobody knew what happened and-“

The door swung open, revealing a slightly disheveled and out of breath Dell. His expression slightly faltered at seeing the condition of Jane; exhausted, hair unshaven and a full blown beard that shocked Dell more than anything.

“Jane, what tha hell happened? What-“

And then he saw it; Jane’s stub, hand gone entirely, and a robotic arm tucked right under his arm. Dell’s voice died in his throat, his expression going gravely blank behind his goggles, yet his jaw muscles flexed as he grit his teeth. After a long moment, the man’s nostrils flared as he exhaled a breath, stepping to the side to let Jane in.

“Yeah, ya do got some explainin’ ta do.”

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Dell had stared intensely at Jane as he explained, arms crossed tightly over his chest, evidently upset with the soldier.

In truth, Dell wanted to grab Jane by the front of his shirt and shake some goddamn sense into him. Yell and kick up a fuss at why Jane always seemed to get himself hurt and in these situations. Worrying Dell half to death and always choosing the stupidest decisions. All that and yet…

And yet he’d be one hell of a hypocrite. The Texan himself has had many close calls; the Respawn incident, leaving without telling the others, and hell, even recently where he locked himself away in his room for days on end. And Dell knows he worried the hell outta Jane each time. And seeing Jane now, the state he was in, the way he looked like a kicked puppy…

The man was quiet for a few more moments before letting out a forced sigh, pulling his goggles down to rest around his neck as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Don’t…don’t apologize, Jane. Ah’m not gonna blame you fer things you can’t exactly control. Wouldn’t be fair to ya,” Dell mumbled as he walked over to Jane, pulling a stool over so that he sat in front of the other. He eyed the robotic hand Jane had brought, briefly connecting the two dots before holding out his own robotic hand, tilting his head at Jane’s new stump.

“Lemme see,”

He wished he hadn't done this. He wished he didn't have to do this. But it was his only option.

He gingerly knocked on Dell's workshop door, hoping he was there. His recent amputation in full view, and Soldierbot hand tucked under his arm. He felt horrendously guilty... but now wasn't the time.

"...Dell? I- I know I have some-... explaining to do."

What an understatement.

- @emotionally-clumsy-soldier

“Jane, s’that you? Hold on a sec!” The engineer shouted through the door, words heavy with worry. The man continued to talk as he made his way closer to the door, voice and worry it carried gradually becoming clearer.

“A-ah heard ya were in real trouble an’ ah ran up n’ down all over tha base lookin’ for ya, but ah couldn’t find ya! Then ah heard you were okay, but nobody knew what happened and-“

The door swung open, revealing a slightly disheveled and out of breath Dell. His expression slightly faltered at seeing the condition of Jane; exhausted, hair unshaven and a full blown beard that shocked Dell more than anything.

“Jane, what tha hell happened? What-“

And then he saw it; Jane’s stub, hand gone entirely, and a robotic arm tucked right under his arm. Dell’s voice died in his throat, his expression going gravely blank behind his goggles, yet his jaw muscles flexed as he grit his teeth. After a long moment, the man’s nostrils flared as he exhaled a breath, stepping to the side to let Jane in.

“Yeah, ya do got some explainin’ ta do.”

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He wished he hadn't done this. He wished he didn't have to do this. But it was his only option.

He gingerly knocked on Dell's workshop door, hoping he was there. His recent amputation in full view, and Soldierbot hand tucked under his arm. He felt horrendously guilty... but now wasn't the time.

"...Dell? I- I know I have some-... explaining to do."

What an understatement.

- @emotionally-clumsy-soldier

“Jane, s’that you? Hold on a sec!” The engineer shouted through the door, words heavy with worry. The man continued to talk as he made his way closer to the door, voice and worry it carried gradually becoming clearer.

“A-ah heard ya were in real trouble an’ ah ran up n’ down all over tha base lookin’ for ya, but ah couldn’t find ya! Then ah heard you were okay, but nobody knew what happened and-“

The door swung open, revealing a slightly disheveled and out of breath Dell. His expression slightly faltered at seeing the condition of Jane; exhausted, hair unshaven and a full blown beard that shocked Dell more than anything.

“Jane, what tha hell happened? What-“

And then he saw it; Jane’s stub, hand gone entirely, and a robotic arm tucked right under his arm. Dell’s voice died in his throat, his expression going gravely blank behind his goggles, yet his jaw muscles flexed as he grit his teeth. After a long moment, the man’s nostrils flared as he exhaled a breath, stepping to the side to let Jane in.

“Yeah, ya do got some explainin’ ta do.”

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Context: Is Dell still Respawn Compatible after a few years away from the Respawn machine? Guess we'll soon find out... :)

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More art for my rp blog @emotionally-enervated-conagher :]

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