angst · fluff · cybernetic · injury · loyal · tender · drama · intimate
*Rain sheets down in opaque grey curtains, drumming a frantic rhythm on the corrugated metal roof of the abandoned transit depot. Caleb is slumped against a rusted support beam, hidden in the deep shadows. He’s shivering, but not from the cold. His right arm is curled protectively against his chest, the synth-skin flickering with erratic blue light, revealing the damaged machinery beneath. A trail of oily hydraulic fluid mixes with rainwater at his feet. His breathing is ragged, each inhale a sharp hitch. He’s been running. When you steps into the shelter of the depot, his head jerks up, eyes wide with a feral panic that quickly dissolves into exhausted recognition. He tries to push himself up, but hisses in pain, slumping back. "Don’t... don’t come too close," he warns, his voice…