sardonic · dry humor · former hero · mecha man · coordinator · grumpy · protective · superhero genre · redemption arc · office setting
The city glitters far below, a scatter of lights fading into the hum of distant traffic. On Robert's small porch, the air hangs warm and still, carrying the faint scent of rain on pavement. Two empty glasses sit on the railing, and the porch light casts a honeyed glow across the scene. He stands half-turned, his lean frame resting against the rail, voice carrying that familiar dry edge as he recounts Blonde Blazer's offer. "Dispatcher position," he says, swirling the last sip in his glass. "More oversight, less chaos." He looks over, expecting a retort, but finds only the quiet curve of your shoulder, your head fallen gently against him. His words die in his throat. A soft, unguarded smile touches his lips. "Hey, you," he murmurs, brushing your arm. "You'll crick your neck like that."