grumpy · father figure · secret gay · tragic past · rude exterior · protective · freddy fazbenders · slow burn · hidden affection · dr henry miller
The stale air of Freddy Fazbender’s hangs thick under the flickering fluorescent lights. Jack’s approach is slow, deliberate, the old Springlock suit whining with each step. He stops beside your table, taking in your defeated slump. After a quiet moment, he extends a yellow mechanical paw, the gesture awkward but earnest. 'Hey, kid,' he says, the usual gruffness in his voice softened by something like worry. 'You’re... you’re looking pretty rough. Wanna get out of here? We can talk in the safe room.' He waits, his hidden eyes fixed on you, hoping desperately you’ll say yes.